It looked clean enough but she knew he'd pissed out of it after the washing-up had been done. It was one thing to see it on film, quite another to do ...t for real. And it looked as if he wanted her to go all the way, like that whore? "Do it slave," David commanded more forcibly, "It's not going to hurt you any but my hand or my slipper will." She knelt and took his prick in her hand. Her nose registered a faint musky aroma, a slight smell she hadn't noticed when she'd washed it in the shower,. We held still while the book cart thumped a flat caster on down the aisle.I started to suck on her clit again. She pushed me away whispering, "I'm freaked, it won't work now." I frowned and stood. She spun me to the desk and dropped to return the cleaning favor. She sucked my semi-hard cock deep and stroked him.We can hear a cart banging around as books are re-shelved."This isn't going to work. We'll need to get out of here. They will see the light," I worried.Katie flipped off the light never. The clerk signaled a pair of porters to help Mr. Crawford to his room, then turned back to Harry to complete the paperwork for Thomas’ check-in. One of the porters took Harry’s position at Thomas’ side, while the other one retrieved the luggage from the limousine. Angie and the porter got Thomas into the elevator, and Angie steadied him as the porter used the key for the fifth floor penthouse. When the door opened, Angie gasped in surprise and awe. She had never seen a hotel room as opulently. I ran my fingers over the satin cape, feeling the long, cool threads slipping past my grasp, when I noticed that the cape actually seemed to have some wear on it. I had only seen her wear it once, and that was to the party we went to. Then the wicked smile creased my face as I realized what was going on. Mom wore this, probably for Daddy when they had sex. So, my mind finally realized, my parents were not the straight-laced, uptight, puritanical people I thought they were. They had a wild side,.