I continued to take my meals via room service, and our entertainment, Susan's and mine, was limited to the TV and talking to each other.But I was grad...ally going stir-crazy. The confines of a hotel room, even a reasonably well-appointed one such as this, were beginning to grate badly on my nerves. And the mounting bill was eroding my bank account, and the limit on the credit card I'd given them. Pretty quick now I'd hit it, the limit, and they'd want another card and I'd eat through that one,. I was hard. Aching. My cock throbbed with passion. My excitement shot through me. It pumped through my veins with such passion. I just had to enjoy her.“Steve,” she groaned as I advanced on her. “Fine. Let's have fun.”I stepped up before her. I lifted her chin and stared into her eyes. I peered into the depth of her immortal soul. She trembled, her lips gleaming red. I leaned down and planted my mouth on her. I claimed my angel.I thrust my tongue into her mouth as she whimpered. Her arms went. Jerry lifted his hand and slowly wanked my already stiff cock. Stiff, that is, from the dildo that was massaging my prostate and giving me wonderful sensations that I never knew were possible. I felt Jerry’s hand on my cock stroking its entire length and pumping it towards my orgasm.Without asking Jerry extended his tongue and head and licked on the knob end in front of him. I nearly lost it when I felt the exquisite feel of his tongue on my cock.I pushed my arse backwards harder with every. * It was about eight in the evening when we pulled up to the curb across from the Mikkelson's. The house was not unlike the Blake residence, a modest two-story home with vinyl siding in a middle class neighbourhood. The three of us stood in front of the door. Steve and Jenny were dressed up. Steve wore a dark blue suit. Unfortunately, Steve's clothes wouldn't fit me, so I ended up wearing the same shirt and slacks that Mel had helped me pick out for my trip. They were still pretty casual, but.