He loosened his tie and looked around. He went inside their room, nothing. He looked in the den, in the dining room, in the guestroom, he even went in...ide the laundry room, all nothing. A bit worried now, he entered his home office, flicked the lights open and smiled. A vase filled with red roses sat on the middle of his table and in his big leather office chair, her. She was curled in his chair, wearing a bathrobe, sleeping. He walked over her and touched her face and kissed her lightly. She. . OH!"She sank back into the pillows at the head of her bed. She blinked her eyes slowly once or twice. "Oh! I'm suddenly... suddenly... very... sleepy." It's the injection they just gave you. You'll sleep for a long time." NO!" she said emphatically, sitting up, swaying, and then falling back into the pillows. "No! I must tell you something first. You must get my cards! You have to save my cards... Please!" Her eyes rolled. She struggled to keep them open. "My keys... in my... pocket."Dee went. She kiss-breathed into my mouth: "Oh god Mikey. Yessss. If you stop now I'll fucking kill you." I smiled onto her open mouth and probed my tongue in there. I talked back into her mouth as she had done: "Jesus you're hot in there." "Mmm, yeah I know." "It's like... I don't know what it's like." She began whispering while nibbling at my lips: "Shut up. Mmmm. Ohhh. I'm gonna... Nnnggghh. Oh yesss. Oooohhh." She moaned in a whisper and clasped my fingers with her cunt. I felt it pulse as she bucked. Michele couldn't help re-living what had happened to her as she drove the last twenty minutes to the hotel, but as she got closer to her destination she began to think more about the party than she did about the cop. She parked in the car park underneath the hotel, receiving an admiring glance from the attendant in his booth. She parked, buckled on her right high heel, took a deep breath and got out of the car. She walked the length of the well-lit car park and entered the elevator. She pushed.