As she started her confession, the same way hundreds of others have since I began hearing them many years ago, I was stricken by the sultriness of her...voice, and the desperation! Most women, at least those who confess to 'impure thoughts', do not go into such detail as she did. I noticed her hands unclasp as she recounted her tale of the previous night.As she told me about pulling the covers down and her nightgown up in preparation for her night of lust, the cool night air brushing her nipples. I told her I was sure we could work something out. She thought for a minute and then accepted although she told me she had to get something from her car, I gave her the room number and she told me she would come on up.I ordered wine for my room and went on up. A few minutes later Jenna arrived and as soon as she was in the room we kissed, slow and gently. She had a shopping bag with her which she tossed onto the bed and we embraced, her slender body felt firm against me. There was a knock at. They smiled at the man and left the lift, leaving him to finish himself off. He led her to his room and opened it up. The room was big with a nice inviting bed. Without turning on the lights they undressed each other. Stumbling over to where the bed was, their hands were all over each others bodies. She needed him inside her, needed him to make her cum.Pushing him down on the bed, she instructed him to lay back as she climbed on top. He wanted to see her so reached for the bedside lamp.. Oh shit, I wonder if it killed Doobie Roo? Monday’s gonna be beside himself. Oh, and Mr. Winthrop’s dead.”Demie pulled me to my feet. “Well, let’s see how monstrous this hound is. Probably nothing compared to a real hellhound.”I noticed a length of metal pipe on the floor nearby, and grabbed it. Though it was heavy, I didn’t think it would be much more effective against that creature than the wrench, but it was better than nothing.Demie opened the door and stepped into the hallway. “Hmp ....