"Sure," he replied. Todd stepped into my car and I drove us away back to my rich house. An hour later, Todd and I sat around the pool drinking bottle... of beer as we enjoyed the hot weather. "God, it's hot today," I commented and took my t-shirt off. I noticed Todd was watching and I grinned. "Would you like a taste, Bittle?" Excuse me?" Todd asked. "Of my cock. Would you like a taste?" "God, you're still vulgar as ever, Bruce," he said. Todd leaned back against the deck chair."You say that,. I wanted to stay pressed hard to her body but I couldn’t do that and caress her the way I wanted, so I settled for pushing her back onto the bed and moving on top of her. She let out a small moan when I settled down on her, my mouth right where I could move either side and play with those breasts that were so tantalising. My hands cupped them first and I heard a long ‘mmmm’ come from her. It might have made me chuckle if I wasn’t so turned on. I was sure she could feel my erection against her. . . this . . . before?" She stopped for a moment. "I have seen porn you know." Then she clamped on again, running her tongue up my shaft as she bobbed. I grabbed hold of a cushion from the couch to keep me from jerking around too much. "Oh babe, you are doing that so good," I said. "Keep going. You keep that up and I'll be cumming in your mouth in no time." My words spurred her on. Each time she went down she tried to take more of me in her mouth. I heard her whimper and moan as my cock. It’s a small, city-based, ‘best-kept secret’ type of hotel, the kind that prides itself on it’s personal approach to customer service and thrives on maintaining the privacy of it’s guests. It does tend to cater to the wealthy, whether they are private citizens or celebrities, who expect and rely on the privacy and services we provide for them. In the years I’ve been working at the hotel, I have served in several capacities – housekeeping, lounge waitress, desk clerk, janitor and concierge.