While that was going on semi-loudly, I plugged my headphones into the laptop and clicked the apps I'd opened earlier. The GPS devices still hadn't mov...d. They still showed her luggage in the Century hotel and her pen was still in the funny unnamed building. The cell phone – the one I officially knew about – was in the funny unnamed building, too. I couldn't hear what was the pen was recording, of course.So, if this scenario was to be believed, she checked in to the hotel, immediately left there. It felt so good to strip off the kind of silly prom dresses we’d worn. She jumped into my bed with just her little party panties and a tee. I was in my old sweats and a tee. ‘Cindy? Don’t go to sleep yet.’ ‘Huh, what?’ I could see the sheet rising and falling rhythmically over her breasts from the little light coming in my window. She was almost out. ‘Cindy! I want to ask you about it again.’ ‘Huh? Ask me what?’ ‘About John. About the treatment.’ Cindy rolled on her side to face me, eyes still. He'd joined the company a few months previously and I'd fancied him since the first time I saw him. I'd sneaked a look at his personnel file, 24 years old, single and lived in a flat in one of the more rundown parts of town. He'd been a regular feature of my fantasy fucks with my Bam dildo for months. That evening he looked sexier than ever, wearing a white T Shirt and a pair of smart casual shorts which showed off his physique. What looked like a good sized bulge in the crotch got me. I start to wrap my arms around your legs to bring you towards me and you brush me aside. Pinning my arms to my sides as you lower yourself fully over my face, so you can still see my cock, but my nose it inches from you, staring into your beautiful pussy and arse . I stretch out my tongue to get a taste and just graze you. You slap my cock with the palm of my hand, sending both pain and pleasure up my body.You bend down, resting on your knees and lower yourself fully onto my face, as my tongue.