. It was impossible for Mark to conceive that Carol had yet to see him, or not be aware of his hands searching over her smooth naked flesh that was co...ered with a thin film of warm perspiration! Perhaps she did and was too stunned, or ashamed, to speak... waiting for him to say the first word, but he'd be damned if he would! Oh, he was going to get an explanation all right... because there had to be an answer, even for something as wildly obscene as this... this... !"Mark! Oh, my God! Mark!. She said that sometimes small town cops have nothing better to do than be curious about who’s staying at the motel for the night. She says they can get nosy, and they have the time to get seriously nosy.She had left her phone at the convent (yes, nuns have phones, too, ) so we didn’t have access to the internet, or GPS or any of that, so the first thing we did was take side roads, instead of interstates. Around seven P.M. she started slowing down as we went through towns. She chose the Flamingo. The AGM was being held in the hotels banqueting suite and a long tablehad been set up on the raised dais. I found my seat with a name-plateplaced in front of my chair. I saw that I had been seated next toFelicity Armstrong the director of Human Resources. Ms. Armstrong wasan elegant woman in her forties who dressed stylishly and expensivelyand was the epitome of chic. She radiated an air of authority thatalways slightly intimidated me and I often imagined her as adominatrix. We greeted each. There was something so primordially rewarding about the act, more so for being a mature woman. Being fucked by her boyfriend lacked the same deep-rooted thrill, the knowledge that she was being so incredibly naughty turning her on massively, but not so much that she couldn’t continue her wee.Suzanne was still pissing strongly when the office door opened. She had heard the lock turn, her heart freezing in horror. There was simply no time for her to stop peeing and yank up her lower garments.