I know it is kind of early and we'll we have only known each other for about a month, but the passion and connection between us is too great to pass u.... I wish I never would have read your stories, never would have fallen for that beautiful picture of you. You drew me in and we connected immediately, chatting about all the nerdy and dorky things we enjoy. I love how we could make each other laugh, and poke fun of one another in a way that most people would take as offensive, as to we would. I heard you drop some groceries in the kitchen and the closing of the fridge door and then what could only be the rustle of clothing being discarded. Just the images of your sexy body stripping itself bare were enough to start my too long denied cock to grow erect and peep through the loose fitting robe. I heard the sound of whispering silk as the gossamer gown was draped over your head and then the slight footfalls as you climbed the stairs. You stopped at each collection of roses to breath in. The sight of the big comfortable bed and those real thick blankets induced a sense of warmth into her otherwise chilled body. But immediately, the thought of sleeping alone in that wonderful bed made her Miss Harish even more. Soon, sleep got the better of her and she began to undress for the night.The thick woollen sweater was the first to come off. She untied her hairs next and adjusted her hairs to fall on her shoulders. For a moment there she stood admiring herself in the mirror. That cute. At the same time that Michele made the decision to paint her nails, the well-built, well-dressed, black man decided he was going to rob Danny.The black man's name was Ronnie and he was carefully dressed in the business suite so as to look like any other businessman at the hotel bar; but he was in fact an accomplished thief and robber. His accomplice, Jermain, waited outside in the car. Ronnie's modus operandi was to befriend a gullible businessman at a hotel bar, drug him, and then pretend to.