. You have to make her squirt. And you have to do it before I cum in her arse. If you do, I'll let you pee. If not though, you are going to have to wa...t longer."Alex gulped. She didn't even know if Rebecca was a squirter, hell, she'd only really just met her. But damn it, she was determined. She dropped to her knees as Ben pulled his fingers out of Rebecca's arse, taking his cock in one hand and resting the other on the small of her back. "Yes sir," said Alex, dropping to her knees by Rebecca's. His life was probably in imminent danger, yet he knew he still had a duty to the company to report his findings back to his superiors, regardless of the personal cost. Switching the light off in his room and preparing himself for bed, he took the time to close the curtains that blotted out most of the light pollution that the city was famous for. Sitting back in his chair, Fenwick closed his eyes and waited. His patience was rewarded when the sound of the heavy glass doors to the suite were. I feel all sticky and need a shower."Holding your hand about my cock you led me to the bathroom. The night seemed to be made for our love-making and we wanted each other so much. The bathroom was in cool white marble and we organised the jets of water to pulse across our sweaty skin. Tired we did not make love but kissed and fondled each other. The touch of our bodies to each other, the caress of our fingers to skin was enough for now. It was as satisfying to make love with touch and lips. It. The door was ajar, thinking it was a small animal that was injured a stealthy approach wasbest I thought. Through the door where he fashioned his plates there was a figure laid back on the bench.It was his daughter Julee and she had something in her hand. It was a cob of corn. My mind raced back through all of the smut books I read, Oh my God this is real. I bumped a display of platesand they came clattering to the floor giving up my position, and scaring her half to death. Funny thing was.