. she got a running junker'. "In the garage?" Yeah ... here's the key ... go look. I gotta potty." She didn't ... she wanted to hear him when he saw i.... She opened the window and the stair door. The garage door went up..."HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT!!!" The Jeep door opened ... she grinned. "FUCK ME RUNNING!!" She gave a little chuckle. It started ... she could see it back out of the garage. He shut it off and got out ... Every few seconds she heard, "FUCK!", and "SOMABITCH!" and variations of the theme,. The first room I entered was a large showering area, which was no doubt for rinsing oneself off, once you had visited the main 'action-room' that lay beyond.As I entered the main room, my eyes lit up because it was every bit as decadent as I had hoped.Before commenting on the activity taking place in that room, allow me to describe the layout of this place.All along the left wall, there was a long steel urinal with a bespoke gully, about six inches deep and three-foot-wide. In front of the. Luckily, I'd been able to work out how to satisfy them.I was sitting in the lounge of a comfortable 1930's style house, looking out across a perfectly manicured lawn. The rum punch on the table in front of me was completing a pleasant afternoon. I was about to be joined by Alessa Moran, which was possibly the only down-side. I'd worked with Alessa before. She could be over-powering, tiresome even, but she could usually fix things.Alessa burst through the double doors from the hall. "Larry," she. ----My hand clutched Eva’s tightly as we walked briskly to the hotel. We jumped into an empty elevator and when the doors closed she turned to face me and pressed her mouth to mine. She jabbed her tongue into my mouth and rubbed my cock through the fabric of my pants.“Hard to believe we’re going to finally get our bodies together and it was Rita’s idea!” Eva said.We deep-kissed again and my cock was like rock as she continued her handiwork.“Did you know about this?” I asked.“No idea. I thought.