And then her mouth was filled to the brim with the thick love cream, nice and mint flavored as poor Gil whimpered and whined in ecstasy.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" he bellowed, writhing involuntarily as he held Connie's head hard as though he feared she might pull away.

Connie held the rigid shaft firmly in her mouth, draining it pulsing head of every drop until finally Gil went limp. His jerking movements were like after-shocks of an earthquake as he twisted and rolled and writhed.

Connie gave his prick a parting farewell kiss and crawled up and whispered in his ear. "My baby liked that, didn't he?" she asked. "Did my baby like the way mama sucked his precious prick?"

Still panting, Gil couldn't speak. He merely grabbed her about the neck and pulled her to him in absolute gratitude.

"Pretty soon, if you feel up to it, we can do it again," Connie said. "Creme de cocoa tastes nice too. I think you'd like that."

Gil waved his hand protestingly, as if he didn't think he could come again, either in this life or the next. He managed to mutter. "No, it's-it's your turn, Connie. I want to pour some of that stuff on you and make you come. But but first I have to rest a little."

"Sure, love. You go ahead and rest. We have lots of time. Forever if we want. We can even order food sent up to the room and then do everything you've always dreamed of. You didn't think you'd made such a bargain when you…" – she paused searching for a better word but couldn't think of one – "… when you rented me for six months, did you?"

Gil groaned. "No," he babbled. And then, "I want an option. At the end of six months I want an option to renew the contract."

"Whatever you say, darling," Connie said.

"Whatever you want, darling. We can re-negotiate at that time. For now, it stands at two-hundred-fifty dollars a week? Remember? I reduced the price because I felt you were a sort of challenge? Yes, think of it like one of those Swedish smorgasbord places. Two-hundred-and-fifty and all-you-can-eat!" She giggled at her sense of humor.