When freed, he chuckled. Extracted himself from the sleeves and tossed it to the side. Looking over her, he cradled her face in his hands and kissed h...r again. His hard body pressed against her breasts, urging her to lean back onto the hard table. He followed her down, his cock bobbing between her legs, tickling her swollen labia as his tongue pushed in her mouth and caressed her own. Then he pulled away. Stood and looked her over. Clutching her hips, he pushed her up the table until her. She bent further giving him even more access to her. She needed this, didn’t she? He continued licking. She sighed, her knees weakened. Excitement filled her thoughts. She wanted this. Does he want her? She hoped he did. He withdrew his nose from her sopping pussy.When his forepaws touched her back, she immediately dropped to all fours. He wants me…mmm. I need to give myself to him. This is good. I’m a good girl. The mental fog thickened. She dropped to her elbows letting him have full access. ” When Matt gets on the phone he adds, “I don’t yet know what the problem is, but please give me your side of the issue and I’ll see what I can do for you. Is that OK for you so I can get this sorted out right?”Matt smiles his thanks at Monica while he says, “Good morning, Mister Hardy, I’ve got a few issues with your staff about how they treat clients, and I’d like to speak to someone with a double digit IQ about doing business with you. Before we get down to business I’d like to go over. ”“I am not in bed, I am at the pub.”I grinned and sent, “Text me when you get back to your room with your email address.”Several smiley faces blowing me kisses showed up.I grabbed a whiskey and headed for my patio. I lit a smoke and waited to see if she really would text me the information I wanted. Twenty minutes went by and nothing. I finished my whiskey and headed down to shut down my computer and go to bed. My phone chimed as I was saving my last version of the story.It was Megan. A selfie.