She quietly sobbed, ashamed and hurt, but still reeling from her orgasm. Kevin hurried out, leaving her alone.For nearly an hour, Kevin hid in the gue...t bedroom, killing time. He hoped he was right. A tinge of fear ran through him when he imagined that this was the catalyst that would cause her memory to work. He'd be fucked! What could he do or say? Steven would kill him, never mind the cops. When the hour passed, he dared to walk out. He heard someone humming from Margo's bedroom. He silently. "He sat up, taking another sip of coffee and still rubbing his headtrying to clear the fog.Well that's okay then I though, smiling to myself as I walked into thekitchen. I guess the little ploy worked.I checked on the chicken soup I was warming up and the rice that wascooking in the steamer. They were really the only thing I could findleft in the kitchen to eat.But Oh God! I though as I reflected back on that moment. I could ofwent through with it, I admitted to myself, I wanted it so. " Love this smell. I can't wait to bury my face into the real thing." The elevator dings on to our floor. I take her arm and guides her down the hall to the room. Opening the door I let her in before me. I close the door, after putting the do not disturb sign out. Locks it. She casually looks around the room. " I need to go..." She never finishs. My hands are all over her, ripping the dress up and off her. All she has on are her high heels and thigh-high nylons. She kicks off her shoes and. He puts a thermometer in my asshole, and walks to the otherside of the room and keeps looking at me while he leans against his desks with a smirk. He lets me sit there like that 5/7 minutes(time doesn’t matter, but obviously too long). He walks up to me and pulls the meter out. Reads it. I’m “sorry, miss” he says, “just to be sure I need to measure again” He puts the meter back in, before I can even give a response. And rests his hand on my ass.He starts talking about the weather, while I sit.