I got to the fifth floor and followed the arrows to 524. There was no tag on the door indicating that they had changed their minds. I knocked. Someone looked through the peephole and opened the door. I shook husband Jeb's hand and went in. Linda was sitting on the bed and stood up to greet me. I opened the champagne; we drank some and made some self-conscious small-talk.
After a few minutes of awkward preliminaries, I went over and took Linda's hand and helped her to her feet. I kissed her and she responded with heat and passion. She wanted more. Jeb sat in his chair watching. She whispered "Thank you. I cleaned out my pussy."
I began to undress Linda. She had partially put herself back together after the bar f**k. I unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time, like she was a present. He
