The plot thickens. Boy, does it ever.

Dear readers: You're cordially encouraged to go back and read Chapter One of this story to become acquainted with the characters, and the hot finger fucking, of course.
She pinned me against the door and gave me one of those mind-spinning kisses, the first time all night she had kissed me on the lips. "Mmmmm, I do taste SO fucking good, don't I?" She licked her lips, and then refocused on the question.

"Why, yes, in fact, I do, John. My daughter has a sleep-over at her cousins' house next Saturday, so YOU are going to book us into a room at the Conshohocken Marriott for the night, and I will meet you at the bar at precisely seven p.m. in the sexiest miniskirt you have ever seen. And, as a bonus for your tremendous cunt-eating performance tonight, I will begin to live up to my end of the bargain and be your little cock slut for the entire night and into the morning. RSVP?"

I nodded as she pushed me out the door, leaving me with this promise to cum.

"You'll like me as your cock slut, John. You're a very lucky man. Don't jerk off this week, I want you cumming hard all over me next week."

"All fucking night."

To be continued...