She stepped through and looked around while I stuck my head out in the hallway to check that she had come alone. There is a reason I work in a dump. I... sets the right ambience for the work I do and if things get messy, or a client freaks on me and decides to bring heat, I can walk with little notice and no regrets. My landlords all accept cash and ask no questions.The redhead must have figured she was in the right place, because she took in the post-dumpster décor and the dusty floor without. He started kissing her neck. He licked and bit her earlobe."Start massaging your clit, baby," he whispered to her. "Feel my cock fucking your sweet little cunt."She did as she was told. Daddy's cock felt so good. His hands were squeezing her tits and it turned her on even more. In front of her the balcony doors were open and the Roman night sounds mixed with the squishy fuck noises in the hotel suite. She wondered if anyone out there could hear her daddy's grunts or her yelps every time he. "A little over twenty minutes later Willy stood on the road again. Atthe end of a short gravelled drive bordered by grass paddocks stood afine looking Edwardian house... grey stone mellowed by the years, witha battery of tall chimneys on its roof. There was a large oak door atits centre and so many windows showing that he didn't bother countingthem. It wasn't as grand as Ravenskopf of course, but it was old, ogeeand poignant.For a moment he dithered. The door, under a handsome limestone. I froze in a crouch. Boots thudded on the stone. Armor jingled.“Patrol,” Aurora hissed behind me.My heart surged with excitement. I had to think fast to avoid engaging them. I glanced down the hallway, smiled. I grabbed Aurora’s hand, dragging the taller avian—everyone was taller than me—down the hallway. She stumbled back.“Where are we going?” she asked, the footsteps nearer.I wrenched open the linen closer. “Go,” I said.The guards were at the intersection. Aurora darted in. I slipped in, too,.