She seemed sympathetic as she listened although she made no promise of any sort of relief coming my way anytime soon.She asked if I had packed everyth...ng and I told her that I had. She dug out my tennis shoes and a pair of socks from my bags as there was another knock on the door. Trista told me to sit on the bed and not to move. It was a bellhop from the hotel staff who was there to move my bags. Unfortunately for me, Trista let him in the room as I was sitting on the bed. He saw me and tried. Hoping she would walk in and help stroke my dick. As I was masturbating something caught my eye. In the magazine rack next to me was a pair of her dirty panties. I picked them up and opened the large pair under wear. On the crouch of the panties was a small brown stain, I knew what that was, along with a creamy whit substance I thought to be dried pussy juice. I brought them to my noise and inhaled deeply, smelling the crouch of her panties.They smelled so ripe with ass it made me so horny that. I didn't want her to see me naked. But that warning didn't slow her down. - I don't mind that you are naked! It is naughty! And I like being naughty! That didn't remove my embarrassment about having a girl near me while I was naked. But I felt that my cock got even harder. I swam backward, but she reached me first. We were eyes to eyes. Boy, she was beautiful! She then took my already hard cock in her hand! - Stop! Please! - You really want me to stop? As she rubbed it slowly while smiling. I. The conversation below ended and she heard the footsteps of the women as they made their way to her room. They entered, with cases and other items in their hands."Hello, my name's Annabelle. Most people call me Belle; it's nice to meet you." Her hand was extended to the pleasantly plump dark-haired woman who entered first.Her hand was accepted and the woman replied, "It's nice to meet you too, Belle. My name's Deena. I'll be styling your hair this evening and this is Trish, the manicurist."More.