It was from him. And he wanted to meet with Rowan away from Morton Alley at the Victorian Hotel, the one situated on a San Francisco hillside with the...spiral staircase leading to a beautiful stain glass door. Marie’s heart beat violently with fear at the sound of the key card swiping open the door. It was in that moment that she saw Rowan’s spirit. It was Marie, during her life as Sarah, the prostitute, who had told the nobleman where Rowan was meeting with the handsome man when he had come. Notebooks, loose papers, dishes, books and magazines, a couple of laptops, iPods and some other things she was not immediately familiar with. Most of the books were technical in nature. Things about how to build a network, managing your IT investment and in depth desktop management were just a few of the titles she saw. But there were just as many non-technical books scattered around on topics covering medieval history, American politics, language, immigration and there was even a comic book. When he pulled into the driveway, he did not see any cars and the home was dark. He just assumed his family had already left. Since he thought no one was home, he did not announce or say anything as he entered. After making a sandwich and pouring a glass of tea, he decided to walk up to his room and gather his things. On his way up the stairs, he started to hear noises. As he approached the top of the stairs, the noises became louder and louder. He suddenly stopped as he heard moans, groans and. I didn’t have to wait long until Don started to thrust very fast and let out a loud sound something like “ahhhhh”; I wrapped my legs around him and dug the heels of my boots deep into his thighs. Chloe quickly said “Brandy cum” and almost immediately my back arched high off the bed feeling Don’s throbbing cock deep pulsing deep inside me as he filled my pussy with cum at the same time I was cumming with him. .