So, at least dad didn’t have to wait too long until I came back out to go home!I also had to work some double-shifts there, where I’d bus tables i... the evening which would end at around 2am and then have to get up and go to work the breakfast rush, starting at 7am. So, the hotel would “comp” me a room for the night. So, I knew of a gay local phone line for guys to meet from the newspaper and so I called it. I talked to a few men, but one night in my room there, I got a man to come to the. Earlier in the day I had set up the wardrobe mirror in the hall so that when I was in the downstairs bathroom with the door open Dave would be able to see my reflection from where he was sitting. I went in the bathroom and closed the door and used the pot. When I was done I opened the door then I lifted my skirt up and pretended to be adjusting my stockings and checking myself in the mirror as I called to Dave and asked him to put a CD in the player. My plan was that when I called to him he. No matter how many times I did it, touching myself never got old, and the orgasms that I gave myself were always amazing. I climbed out of my bed and slipped on my bloomers. I never wore anything underneath my cheerleader underwear. I liked having easy access to all of my pleasure zones. I was a very horny 19 year-old woman, but when it came to men, and women for that matter, I was a virginal creature. I was pretty shy, and I had a tough time talking to boys. Cute boys were even tougher. "You'll have to give me directions." She said, checking the rear-view mirror to see the state she was getting into. Her hair was in minor disarray and a faint smudge of lipstick showed where the waiter's cock had pushed it's way in. She smiled and savoured the taste of it again, enjoying the feeling of the slut taking over her everyday persona. It had been too long since she played like this and was determined to get every last drop (literally) of pleasure out of it. "I don't get round this.