The lights stayed on, the music played on and the drinks were left on the table. They made their way down the hall and into Hannah’s bedroom, where ...hey started tearing at each others’ clothing. Piece by piece it all came off, shoes, socks, tops, bottoms, underwear, until they were down to the watch on his wrist and the rings on her fingers. Then they were horizontal on the bed. Max’s lips left her mouth and covered her with kisses on her neck and her shoulders and her breasts, and she squealed. It was just too bad that even mad he was sexy. She knew she should be upset but in her current half-aroused state, all she could think about was what he would look like without that formal button-down shirt. She had spent many late nights fantasizing about him and seeing him now was more distracting than anything else. All she kept thinking was what it would be like to fuck a man instead of a boy.He looked at her for a moment and said nothing as he shook his head with frustration. “You know. It had not been traumatic at all. She went to get up and discovered her underarms and upper lip had been shaved as well she might have been asleep. Ali had gone out front and paid the cashier with her credit card and came back in and gave Bethany a twenty pound tip. Thanks Bethany that was very professional. Ali went back in the suite. Lets get you dressed Marge we have an appointment next door. They went into the alcove and Ali grabbed the industrial bra and threw it into the wastebin. You. Get that pussy all nice and wet. Make her come and then lick it all up. Come on, Miss Wilson!” We walked over to the couch and Rhonda got comfortable. I then knelt down and played with her pussy. I pushed several fingers inside of her. She was very wet inside. “Jamie, that feels so good. Don’t stop!” Rhonda was enjoying my efforts. I slid a few more fingers inside of her and then pushed my fist into her. I was fucking her deep with my fist. I’d never done anything like that. Rhonda was.