The truth was she was going to Atlanta as a reward to a company attorney that had just won a case that saved the company millions of dollars. She woul... spend the afternoon in an expensive suite of one of Atlanta’s finest hotels performing any and all sexual acts for him. That evening she would do 3 shows as the feature dancer at one of the company’s strip clubs. Mr. Darrien, Bill Todd, and Tammy all knew the truth. It was all an elaborate ruse. Mr. Darrien and Bill knew it was part of a plan to. Thanks. Just a bit...”Nauseous. Sad. Afraid. Cowardly. I went with:“Tired.”“You are sure?” she asked, in an adorable French accent.“Yes, Merci. Don’t worry about me.”She stood up and took the seat next to me, determined to do a good deed.“Are you ... afraid of the flying?” she whispered, conspiratorially. I latched on to that, because I was clearly unwell and the real reasons were best kept to myself. I looked sideways and just nodded, feigning embarrassment. She smiled.“It’s okay. I have. ‘Make love to me Jack! Not some furious fucking. ‘Make Love to me!’ I whispered. Jack slowly moved down the side of my face, soft kiss whispering along the tender side on my neck. Electric shocks sprang to life along my spine, sending signals to my woman-hood. I felt ever touch of his lips, every brush of his hands, as they caressed my body. Jack found every place that could possibly make me moan, and brought me to heights I never knew existed. His hands cupped my excited breasts, gently. Cal now moaned too. With pleasure. He looked up momentarily to see her hairy cunt opening in the pink, wet distance, before resting his head back flat on her soft white pillows. Monica writhed and slithered from side to side. Practically engulfing his throbbing head. Then reaching lower she began to rub furiously at her swollen clit. Only pausing to place his hands onto her now exposed breasts. Monica then clawed deeply into Cal’s beautiful broad chest with her wanton fingernails, as she.