My finger moves from my clit...sliding inside my pussy... I grip it tight as I move it in and out...Then i take my finger...and with it wet from my ju...ces, i run it against your mouth... your tongue licks my finger...sucking every drop of my juice from it...My hand returns to stroke my self... You lean over and start nibbling on my neck...You know that just makes me more turned on... I take my hand and start stroking your hard cock with it...i increase my pace on my clit and your cock...Your. I stand behind her chair massaging her neck and shoulders and she leans back into me. Avoiding a potential embarrassing situation I step back just to have her lean back a little more. What happened next I’m kind of fuzzy on she tell me that she has a boyfriend and I naturally acknowledge, deflect and confuse. My response in such situations. I say, “That’s ok, I don’t mind. I don’t have one.”Which normally gets a laugh and confuses them so they forget, it sort of worked. So we start talking. ?Itell you to spread them, you spread them, you understand me bitch?Marianne?shead was quickly nodding furiously, indeed she did understand so I gave heranother between the legs causing her to thrash around again before I gave herthe next three upon her back, buttocks and lower thighs again.?Then I stood before her again and telling hernot to take her eyes from mine I this time inserted three fingers into her hotwet and throbbing cavernous Cunt. ObedientlyMarianne maintained eye contact with me. In fact, the clerk told her that most of the participants had already returned to the hotel and were getting their bruises and scrapes fixed up to the final on Sunday night. The air outside was mild and she could smell the aroma of cooking steaks and sausage wafting up from the outside pavilion set up for the family and friends of the Cowboys. A young girl with a broken heel strutted past her on the way back into the hotel.She did not look very happy.A tough looking young man in a cowboy hat.