She began to finger herself. ‘MMMMM. Ohhhhh.’ she moaned. Then Leslie brought her knees up to shoulders and slipped a finger onto her asshole. She...began to rub it. ‘Oh yeah. Jodie I want to fuck you so bad.’ she moaned. Leslie began to finger her asshole and rub her clit. She began to go into climax. ‘MMMMMMM!MMMMMMMMMM!’ she screamed. Then she heard a noise from the window. She caught a glimpse of the person fleeing. It was Jodie! She was at the window watching and listening. Leslie. He said, “That’s done. I have to print out the paper work, get your signature at the appropriate places, and we’re done.”“Good. While you’re doing that, I will call my insurance lady and get it covered. I have the title to my car with me. I’ve been planning this since Sunday night but was busy.”“Very good.” He busied himself while I made the call. My agent sent me via email an insurance card. I could print it out here or at the apartment. Harlan gave me his email and I forwarded the card PDF to. "He explained that he was there on business, and that co-workers were in the rooms on either side of us. From this poing on, everything we said was a whisper.He turned the TV on with the volume set about average, just enough to drown out any light conversation. We sat on the end of the bed and stared at each other with anticipation..."I can't believe you're in my hotel" he said...I just smiled and raised my eyebrow... Before I could say anything, he placed his hand on my leg and started. " What do you mean?" They are the erotic paintings of Suzanne Ballivet. They might embarrass you." Oh, let me decide about that." Claire wasn't shocked at the pornographic images hanging in the bedroom. "I don’t know the artist, but I like them, Henry. Do you have a favorite?" Oh, I guess I like the man sitting on a chair with the woman on top. I also like the girl giving a guy a hand job."You mean holding his erection while he fingers her pussy? Maybe I shouldn't admit this, Hank, but it gets.