Then, he was on my mouth again with his hand moving in such a way that I came almost instantly and nearly fell down. He held me up, kept kissing me as...I moaned, and even screamed into his mouth. This man is magical. I don't even care how many women he's fucked to be this good. I just know that I was enjoying it. I also don't know how my clothes came off but I do know when his did. I was laying on the bed, on my stomach when he walked over to the bed, only half hard. It was so fucking sexy.. It was dark. I entered and closed the door quietly. I expected to hear your sweet voice, but the room was silent. I felt around on the bed hoping to touch your foot, your leg, or any part of your body that I so longed for. Disappointedly, all I felt was the bedspread. I opened the curtains to let a little light in. I saw a note! "Baby: I've been here, but only to leave this paper. Baby, Please take off all of your clothes and sit in the desk chair. When I open the door, close your eyes until I. I want to take all, be the only reality in your mind - and then I want you to surrender even that to the pleasure I give you. So I watch for every little sign in this dance of joy and intimacy. There is a point, somewhere between anticipation and acceptance, when those small muscles along your side, along your legs, quiver between hard tenseness and soft desire, that last instinctive precipice which keeps you away from giving in to the sensations. I love that moment, the moment when your body. Still, there was some cause to be nervous, as it was rumored that some escorts called into the presence of Ms. Melinda Hayes were never seen again. However, that was far and away the exception to the rule - most came out of such private meetings with elevated standing, considerably improved commissions, and a generally more elite status among the escort corps. So, it was with mixed feelings of excitement and trepidation that John rode up the elevator to the penthouse suite where Ms. Hayes lived.