And you never answered my question. Which is it?”Caught up in the whirl of conflicting emotions, I answered, “Both.”She moaned and said, “I h...dn’t thought about that.” She paused, fixing me with a sultry gaze, and then said, “Come on.”Before I could react, she slid her feet to the floor and stood. She sauntered around the couch, looked over her shoulder at me, and started toward my bedroom.I may as well have been on puppet strings. She’d only taken a few steps when I popped up off the couch. Ilooked up at the waitress who was standing beside me as she popped thecap off the bottle. She had pale skin and blonde hair but it was thesame wavy style as the woman in the leather pants.I was about to say I had not ordered another drink when she gesturedacross the room. "The lady there would like to know if she can joinyou?". I looked and it was the first woman I had noticed.I glanced at the waitress, she was wearing a T-shirt with the bar logo,knotted just under her breasts, and a. He was very handsome and quite charming. We talked and flirted for sometime before I started to excuse myself to my room. He offered to escort me, which I allowed. It turned out that not only was my room on the same floor, but just across the way from his. I leaned in for a polite kiss goodnight (on the cheek), I was throughly shocked when he planted his lips on mine. I never intended for that to happen. For some reason though I didn’t pull away, I kissed back with equal passion. His hands. He looked deep into my eyes as he filled me. My breath hitched as he slowly filled my depth, stretching my pussy. I locked my legs around his ass, raising my hips to meet his. I whimpered as I felt his sac kiss my ass. I squeezed my pussy walls around his buried cock and was rewarded with a groan, “Fuck Dixie, you’re gonna kill me baby.” I released my legs and lowered one and hooked it around one of his knees. I placed my hands on his shoulders and flipped him over onto his back. The surprised.