He approached the front desk."Can you tell me which room is Mr. Richardson's?" he asked the clerk.What Paul asked for should not have been given out, ...ut Paul was well known as a Dunn Executive, and so was Richardson. The clerk wanted to be helpful and couldn't see the harm in telling him."Room 308, sir," she said.As Paul approached Room 308 he noticed the "Do Not Disturb" sign hanging from the doorknob."He's taking a nap," he said to himself. "He won't be for long, though," he added as he drew. There was one other major factor that was different from all those other times and persistently nagged at her hind-brain as she stood there gazing into her father’s eyes. Over two weeks previously she had agreed with Robert, who was indeed similar in looks and build to the man before her, that they would refrain from ‘sexual congress’ as she had put it and therefore their wedding night would be all the more intense and special. He’d even volunteered to not masturbate at all in the final week. I practically sprinted back to the bathroom for another look at my prize.What had I been thinking? The dress was definitely too small for Lisa;she might be able to pull it off as lingerie, a too-tight slip, but she'dbe arrested if she tried to go out in public wearing that. I, on theother hand, could squeeze in just fine. I grabbed the garment and held itup against myself, noting how it covered most of my chest and reacheddown at least a little past my butt. Where had I gotten that silly. I took my shot and felt his rough masculine fingers run along my shaven pussy(I wasn’t wearing panties either). He rubbed my soft clit for a minute and then plunged his fingers inside me. I bit my lip. He leaned over my shoulder and whispered in my ear “you're so wet… shhhhh” I feel his hard thick cock slide into my tight wet pussy. The bar was so packed that no one was paying attention to us, the bartenders were busy taking orders and passing out drinks. The patrons were either dancing or.