I’m staying right next door at the Marriott.”“You must be reading my mind,” I said as my cock swelled with anticipation. Was Emilie inviting m... to her room? Was she offering to have sex with me?”“Well then, why are we sitting here?”- - - - -As Emilie put her card in the door, I ran my fingers down through her gorgeous blonde hair. She pushed the door open, then turned and kissed me.“Bill, I hope you’re as horny as I am,” she said as she put her arms around my neck.I slipped my arms around her. The sensation of the leather seat against my bare ass feels very inappropriate. Does cunt juice stain leather? Better his seat than my skirt. I have given up pleading with him to take me home. I am genuinely conflicted about this situation. It's entirely out of control. I am usually so much in control. I have a responsible job, an orderly home. This is what I get for seeking that adrenalin rush. We've stopped. This is a very nice hotel we're parked by. I've never been in here. He opens the. He’ll ring you after 12 when he’s due a break.” With that Pete hung up and powered the phone down.“Hey!” Mickey protested, “I was in the middle of—”“You were in the middle of your working day and you haven’t started working yet. You’re contracted for three men to work here eight through to three thirty with a half hour break for lunch, to make the most of the winter light. It’s now ... twenty past, there’s only you here on your own, so altogether that’s an hour’s work lost that you’re going to. " and she convulsed.She shuddered and jerked uncontrollably as I licked slowly and deliberately between her legs, in the crease between her thighs and her labia, not once did my lips or tongue even touch her sex, but still she came over and over again.Her juices literally poured from her cunt but every time she tried to push my face to her cunt, I pulled away and laughed softly until her legs gave way and she started to sag.Then I clamped my mouth onto her cunt and jabbed my tongue between her.