Squirt The Duel

     Opening a door with her key card, the young woman gave me a final real once over real and left me in a small ante chamber realsquirt facing an elegant wood door. Feeling both slightly realsquirt foolish at being dressed like I was going real to a high-school prom and uncomfortably real horny -- remember I told you how Alexandra was dressed real during our first meeting -- I rang the real chime.
     I shifted my gaze away from her breasts and replied. "It's not working, Alexandra," wishing I believed what I was real saying.
     "Is this ... this real it? The eroto-hypnotism you told me about?" I managed realsquirt to ask.
     "God, yes, Alexandra." I responded, so real horny I couldn't think.