That evening Jon took me to a posh restaurant for a big birthday dinner. Candles, wine, the lot. I was wearing nothing but a very small, white backles... dress and shoes, the back of the dress is so low cut that you can see the top of the crack of my ass so it was obvious that I had nothing on underneath. I was half expecting Jon to tell me to wear a vibe or Ben Wa or something, but he didn't. Instead he got me drunk and had to half carry me back to the hotel.MondayJon was gone when I woke-up and. And they also made it hard for him to concentrate. What were they talking about? Ah, blowjob. Blowjobs. Hmm, blowjobs?“Blowjob,” Carter said quickly. “Without the s, like in one versus ... more than one. I can only agree to one.”Aron laughed.“Don’t be so picky about everything. I know how much you like to blow me,” Aron spoke, his voice husky and low.Carter winced as a strange jolt went up his spine, making the hair on his head stand on its ends. Funny, it felt like he was aroused. Just to. I continued under the other, and caught her smile out of the corner of my eye. I looked at her untidy brown curls splayed on the pillow. Her eyes were on mine, soft love had replaced the fiery passion of only moments ago. Dimples formed on her cheeks as her smile grew. The dim light from the dying embers in the hearth gave her a serenity that warmed me greatly. It was these moments I cherished, when our desires were sated and all that was left was a blanket of love. ‘I will miss this, my. Scared now too huh?"Suzanne did look scared. The facade of the woman Tom had met earlierthat day had caved in. She was flustered and frightened.Tom was confused. Perhaps he was wrong. There was perhaps only one evilperson in the room, and he had totally misjudged the other. He walkedtowards Suzanne."I don't understand," he began softly."Please Tom," she whispered. "Please don't kill her." What do you want me to do?" He moved in close so that only they couldhear each other."Save her...." But I.