Martin sensed he was being checked out through the security viewer and his potential friend was making a decision. Then the door started to open and h... relaxed a bit. "Hardest part over?" he wondered. He was stunned by who greeted him. She looked like a model from Cosmo. A short hair style that was like waves. Makeup that was subtle but dramatically outlined high cheekbones and sparkling eyes and soft lips. A loose, beach casual crop top with somewhat loose but short shorts that cinched a small. I could hear the music blasting from the dance floor, but I was lusting for this DJ like a “Groupie”.So, I got down on my knees and struggled to pull down his rubbed shorts, to reveal his cock. I looked at him and grinned before I went ahead and tasted it, I nibbled on it and rolled my tongue around it. He moaned lightly and grabbed my head tighter and pulled me into him, making me gag with cock down my throat. I was then face-fucked for a good 5-minutes before he suddenly pushed me off him.. ” Of course I didn’t because that would be silly. I don’t know why it would be silly, because I had no clue if I did pee myself or not. I could only find that out if I smelt my wetness which was either sweat or piss. It’s amazing that one could think all that in a matter of five seconds.So I lift all the different sorts of blankets on top of me and get up. I am always in a certain mood when I get up. I like this mood, because I am very blunt and don’t care about others feelings. As I head to. Montreal was a whole galaxy of little stars twisting before his bay windows. This was his first hotel room as an adult, where he'd blasted off to the moment he'd turned 18 and collected his vast inheritance - looking for the same brilliance Anna had found crossing borders and dodging responsibility the year before him. The city had rewarded his youthful excess with it's lavish vibrance, music and lights. Anna was there with him, playing an adult version of dress-up in his penthouse closet.