We giggled. Meeting two was more difficult. He, the client, was a tall patrician Frenchman of the old school, like a president in waiting. He wore a b...autifully cut grey suit and crisp white shirt as did his male assistant who was effete and had slicked hair. Gigolo for men I thought. We took a short, late lunch with meeting three and by this time I was flagging. Not Angela though, she was firing on all cylinders and ready for the next fore. By the time we got back to the hotel after a further. As the wet nurse turned out the light and left the room the full impactfinally hit Johnathan. He was trapped in Jena's body and the only personwho knew was Jena and she had every reason not to tell. On anintellectual level Johnathan could understand but emotionally he startedto whimper and cry. Drowsy from his feeding Johnathan fell asleep.He heard her voice first but instead of yelling at him or giving himorders it was sweet and loving and she was talking to him. Then herealized she thought. "Ohhhh, what a tongue, Mike! Ooooooh, give it to Mother! Tongue Mother's cunt. Oh, God, fuck me with your wonderful tongue, darling!"Mike's hands moved beneath his mother's churning ass, gripping her tight cheeks hard. Donna squeezed his face between her burning thighs, smashing his cheeks, then spreading them again. She felt his tongue thrust very deep into her pussy, and her clit burned at his upper lip. She thrashed on the bed, grinding at him with ecstasy, gripping the back of his head and. “That’s the Century Two,” she said, returning my credit card and handing me a room card with it. “It’s one of Wichita’s landmarks. Would you like a brochure?”“Please,” I said, turning and giving the room card to Summer. “Why don’t you head up to the room, love. I want to find a place we can go this evening.”She looked a little puzzled until I winked at her.“Okay,” she said, and kissed my cheek, which made that part of my face surprisingly happy.I watched her butt as she followed the baggage.