" You sent my suit to the dry cleaners?"She chuckled. "No, I have dry cleaning machines here. Almost everything I own is dry-clean-only."I relaxed a b...t, knowing I couldn't go anywhere without something to wear. Looking around the room again I asked, "Why aren't there any windows here?"Fiona looked around too as she answered, "This is my private chamber. I have a regular bedroom with windows and all the normal niceties, but this is where I go when I want to be alone." She was looking at me when. It had all gotten a bit fuzzy then. What had he said? Did it even matter? Something about having to talk. And I’d said…there was nothing to say. I toppled onto the bed, rolling over onto my stomach, pillow dragged over my head. I pounded my fist once, with futility, against the mattress. It just hurt my hand. That was dumb. I forced myself to take deep, cleansing breaths, eyes half-closed in the dark of my pillow head-igloo. You’ll be fine, Steph. You’ve gotten through worse, right? It was no. The waiter stared at us, holding an empty tray in his hands. Our lunch lay scattered at his feet."I believe I startled the poor kid," she said, feigning dismay. The fiasco was quickly set to rights and we laughed and chatted in good humor throughout our dinner.When I got home I was still thinking about the adventure Bri was preparing. Most people wear their hearts on their sleeves. Brianna believed in more strategic areas.I wished I had the opportunity to surprise my guy this weekend. He was a. The best even! I tremble with sheer excitement as I feel the soft cut head of his erect cock on my lips and open my mouth wider to accommodate the girth. My tongue immediately welcomes his manhood at the opening of my hot wet and welcoming mouth. My hands are not tied and I reach out to feel the softness of his skin. I caress his legs and my fingers run up over his firm bum cheeks pulling him further into me. His breathing is becoming erratic as the pace of my exquisite licking and sucking.