He'd just finished sipping the last of his espresso when he laid His hand on tops of hers on the table and said simply, "It's time to go." No explanat...on. Not even an order, really. Just a statement of fact. She'd been keenly aware of the moisture growing between her legs as he led her hand-in-hand from the coffee shop and towards the elevators. Inside the hotel room, he'd told her to stop & remain still. It had felt like a river between her thighs then, and a flood when he'd slowly pulled up. “I’d like to make you feel better Nadine. I don’t like seeing you unhappy. What can I do to make you feel better?” is all I can say. It sounds silly. But I’m lost for words. I don’t want to make a scene. Who am I to make a scene? She has just banged a hot guy her age. She shouldn’t have done it in front of me, but to be honest, I’m not her boyfriend. She’s not my possession. I can’t expect her to only sleep with me. Heck, I should be happy that I’ve managed to get into her pants! “Why are you. He was drilling her fast and hard with precise strokes. Terri responded; she had a way of moving her pussy front to back (and sometimes sideways) while stroking on his big cock. It was awesome! From my nearby vantage point, I could hear their naked bodies slapping together as well as the squishing sound his rigid jackshaft made as it worked her pussy juices into a white froth. "I need to cum again," groaned Terri. So, the man asked her how she wanted to do it. Terri flipped over into a prone. ”It only took a minute before the Fire Chief answered, “Hello, I’m Chief Hanson.”“Hello, Chief Hanson. I’m Mike Bowman from the Department of Homeland Security. We would like you to come down to our office for a security briefing.”“When?”“I want you here yesterday, but I’ll settle for now,” Mike answered. He gave the address and hung up.Jim looked at Mike and asked, “The Fire Chief?”“That is a place of business. As such, the Fire Chief has a legal obligation to occasionally inspect for fire.