I took off my aviators and asked him and texted him to let me know his room number, ‘403’ he replied. I took a deep breath and looked at red roses...I collected on my way. I reached his room and knocked twice; he was in the shower. I quickly sneaked it and made a couple of changes- I spread rose petals all over the bed, turned the lights and pull the curtains, while I was lighting the last candle he grabbed me from the back and kissed my neck. I turned around, and my button eyes were staring. The hot heavy sweaty smell of her butt crack suddenly hit Sam's nose. That oh so familiar smell which had haunted her dreams every night was now right back in her life, physically imposing itself back into her nose once more."Kiss it! Kiss my big sweaty pink ass!"Bertha ordered impatiently.With her lips quivering, barely able to hold a pursed shape, Sam pressed them against the big flabby cushion of her heavy bumcheek.She then turned her head away, only to feel Bertha's big clammy hand grab a. So I clenched my teeth and, luckily, heard only the faint drone of a hairdryer, not running footsteps. Dean rose from his knees and I was pleased to see his cock was still hard."I'm gonna fuck your ass, whore. Stand up and bend over that bar stool." I tingled from the prospect of what was about to happen and because Dean had taken control. “Yes, Sir.” As I tip-toed past him, a hand swished through the air and landed squarely on my bum. An exquisite stinging sensation coursed through my body.. “Bella, mind if I ask an odd question?” “Go ahead.” “How come you never wear those Mary Janes you wore to the interview?” My heart was racing a bit after asking this, and I felt a bit silly, but I’d gone and done it. No taking it back. I just hoped she wouldn’t think I was a total weirdo. “Oh, you liked those?” She seemed a bit coy. “Well, yes, um…” “Trying to make a personalized dress code for me?” “Well, no…” “It’s ok. Maybe I will wear them soon.” I was pleased to hear it, but decided.