She wasn’t a pro but that was the real beauty of the moment. I held her hair while she gave me the pleasure. She slowly tickled my balls while blowi...g me. Try it guys, awesome feeling.She made me almost cum. Now it was my turn to return the favour with my tongue. I removed the panties and started with rubbing the clit.And my tongue did what it does best. I gave her the pleasure she might not even had expected. I first kissed the pussy lips and then I entered the hole touching her inner walls. She wasn't exactly pissed, but you could tell that she wasn't used to being kept waiting. She looked as if she was about to tell me something when the phone rang. It was the head bellman, our car was here.I loved that driver, his timing was perfect. I wondered how much I should tip him for his perfect timing.Five minutes later we were exiting the lobby when I saw "our" car. It was an antique Rolls Royce Phantom. The driver was standing at the rear door holding it open for us. The car was silver. All people I frequented were very supportive, regardless of their age, gender or sexual orientation.Much to my surprise, I got laid more often than I had ever imagined, given my looks. I had the physique of a thirteen-year-old boy: slender legs, narrow hips, small butt, no midriff to speak of and a chest so flat even a padded push-up bra didn't help. Tough genetics, might spring to mind but not from my point of view, no. Guess I was considered somewhat unusual among my fellow lesbians – maybe. While Shy was a grandmother of four, she still had great legs and showed them off as one of her best assets along with her thick mane of hair. She proudly wore a thick gold chain around her neck showing her devotion and submission to Joe, who was a physically powerful man of fifty-six. Joe had made a small fortune in leveraged real estate deals and thrived on the business. He thought that his best years were still ahead of him, and kept his employees at his business stepping to keep pace with.