“I, uh…I was wondering if, uh…” “You want me to suck your cock, too?” I asked, smiling as he blushed. “I’d love to suck you off, Tom...” “You would?” he said, his eyes bright. I nodded. “Oh yeah. Take the rest of your clothes off, and sit on the edge of the bed.” xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Tom took off his pants and boxers, and I could see his huge, straining cock, flushed a deep red angry colour. He sat on the edge of the bed and I knelt between his legs. “Let me know if I do anything. Marburry.”“May I have your name please?”“Rene Hewitt.”Looking to her workstation she said, “Okay Miss Hewitt please have a seat and I will inform Mr. Marburry that you are here.”She turned and sat down in the prescribed chair, picking up a magazine to read while she waited.As she flipped through the pages the ding from the elevator sounded. She looked up just in time to see the doors open and a man of medium height in his late 30’s, short light brown hair with a well on its way receding hair. I mean about me having a date. But of course you had one. Right?" I said. "Huh?" "With Hoerter, at the Palms motel. Right?" I said. She paled, but recouped quickly. "Oh my. You think, you think that I am leaving you for someone else. That's it right?" she said. "Well, I'm not. You're my guy, not Hoerter, not anyone else. Now, does that clear things up between us?" My state of incredulity had to have been obvious. She took on an exasperated expression. "Come on, Bruce, you didn't think that. For a little while they drove in silence, Ulla still slumped back in her seat, making no attempt to cover up herself. Finally, as they were approaching our little town, she pushed herself up into the ordinary sitting position. "Erik, this was absolutely crazy and wild. Please tell me you're not mad, that they made me so horny." Not at all, love. On the contrary. It was terribly exciting to watch you, and don't you dare to cover up. This late there'll probably not be any people out in the.