When I fell silent, she looked stricken, appalled, her blue eyes full of anguish. They suddenly glistened with unshed tears.“No,” she whispered, s...aking her head. “No. Please, Hunter. Please don’t do this to me,” she pleaded.“I have a target on my back. They’ll never stop. It’s too dangerous for you to be with me.”Her moist eyes dropped twenty degrees, now icy. She stood taller, determination emerging. God she was spectacular.Her hand came up. A finger jabbed towards me, threatening. “NO! You. I couldn't believe I was doing this. How many people were even watching me? I turned back around and counted the buildings from left to right. They were all multistory with lots of huge windows to take advantage of the ocean view. Traffic had started to pick up, too. Cars were starting to emerge from parking garages and turn down the street between me and the building. I bent down to my overnight bag, careful not to dislodge the tiny washcloth, and pulled out some plastic bottles, lining them. I almost leap out of bed at the electricity running through me, my god, he is so tender. He kisses my outer lips, his lips caressing mine, his breath causing tremors through my cunt. His tongue gently licks the outer lips, then the inner lips, then my clit. My head goes back, my body his completely. I can feel his fingers on the tops of my thighs, then gently pulling my outer lips apart, exposing my pink, wet centre to him. He varies the pressure, soft, gentle, hard, demanding, his tongue. I was thinking that her boyfriend Heath was going to have a very enjoyable evening. I manged to tear my eyes off her long enough to take the camera and stand but I had to say “Christ Bailee, does dad know about that dress? He’s letting you wear it?” She smiled at me “He’s seen it on the rack, but not on me yet.”“Yeah, well, when he sees your rack he’s gonna flip out, you’re showing a lot of skin, across your chest and up your legs.” Bailee stepped around to get a background of a large potted.