”“You have to,” she said. “It will just be a few days, but I can’t back out. My parents are even going. Plus the kids and my husband.”�...I expect you to text me pictures every day.”“Of the beach?” she asked.“Of you,” I told her. “In a bikini. In a dress. Whatever. I expect a picture every day.”“Yes sir,” she responded.The first day she sent a picture in her tennis outfit. It was tame and sexy at the same time. She wore a black halter top and gray tennis skirt. Her hair was pulled back under. She caressed it, almost lovingly, if she had been capable of that. Which although I was not in my right mind, I knew she felt no love. Just lust. A need. An itch to scratch. I was being used. This I knew. And I didn’t care. Because I didn’t love her. I knew this.When her tongue touched the tip of my dick, I groaned and leaned my head back. My back arched slightly. I looked down at her. She was looking up at me, with her large eyes as she licked up and down my shaft. It was amazing. It was the. I could feel my cock coming to life. I had to have a woman soon, I mean I was starting to shake at her touch, but... surely not Chantelle?Chantelle's hand slid from my thigh as I stood up quickly and paced across the small room. I put my drink down on a small side table and leaned against it. I was hoping my cock wasn't too prominent in my pants. I mean, Chantelle was beautiful, but I knew she wasn't right for me."You need a man, Chantelle." I had my back facing her, giving myself a few more. “Of course not “then leave him to me” Jack had been gone some time, I should go and check on him drinking too much he may have fallen over, “No its ok love I’m going to the ladies room so I will check and call you if I need any help”,Cathy got up went to find Jack, as she got to the narrow corridor she saw Jack standing at the far end and wondered what he was doing,” I was hoping you would come, as Cathy walked towards him her dress started to open at the front she was aware of revealing her.