It was a substantial size, big enough to accommodate a large wooden four-poster bed, and still have room for a seating area with a leather sofa and ch...irs grouped around and enormous flat screen television. The décor gave off an air of understated luxury, the dark wood panels of the walls offset by the burgundy leather of the sofa and chairs. Only the television seemed slightly out of place, jarringly sleek, modern and monochrome against the organic beauty of the rest of the timeless furniture.. "That makes me feel so dirty, I love it." I was working fingers into her asshole at this point. Then she said, "Fuck me in the ass", she didn't need to ask twice. My cock got ultra stiff at the prospect of fucking her ass, something I always wanted to try. We got some kitchen oil from the kitchenette and I lubed her up good. Her ass was pretty relaxed and it wasn't that difficult for me to get into her. Soon we had a nice rhythm going. She was fingering herself and she came two or three times. She was talking dirty to herself whispering my name. Until at last she moaned, and with a grunt she climaxed. It was extremely hot knowing she thought of me while she touched herself. I hadn't thought of her this way until now. Then my mind wondered to her body and I couldn't stop thinking of her.I went past her bedroom to the bathroom, showered and returned where I found her standing the kitchen archway with a smile on her face. "Good morning," she said. I smiled and made polite. Perhaps because the theme was ‘risky’, so to speak, I’d checked everything a hundred times. It went off without a hitch. The AIDS charity handed out red ribbons and had a display of their literature. The travel agency, besides setting up their booth, came through with a cruise to be raffled off as the main door prize. A stock brokerage firm had a banner over their booth saying, ‘Don’t Lose Your Shirt on the Market.’ We had a three-piece combo with a singer, and I’d asked them to rehearse ‘Old.