She only thought to ask after they had hung up.The two men arrived, introduced themselves as representatives of the Russian Federation Ministry of Cul...ure and started talking vaguely about offering her an exhibition. She grew nervous when it became obvious that neither had the slightest idea about her work. One of them mentioned 'your paintings.' Then they started to talk about her father. What a Grand Fellow he had been; how he must have been proud of his artist daughter. They were about as. Once freed she took him in her hands and stroked slowly, stretching the skin, causing him to grow even harder as she worked him up and down. He let go of her hair and settled back, enjoying her handiwork. As she continued to work him with her hands his breathing got shorter and his hips moved up and back in rhythm with her stroking. His arousal built more and more until he was starting to throb, he involuntarily moaned his pleasure. He was sure she should be able to feel it in her hand but was. I coudnt take the whole of it in my mouth. He was loosing balance. I got up and we both went to the bed. I lay him down and climbed on top. Took his tool in my lips and sucked him till he was hard as he could be ( it was hard as wood ) he got up and remove my panty and we got into 69. I took him in my lips again and he did the same on the other side. We sucked each other in 69 for a cpl of mins and then while i was sucking his wooden tool he pushed in a finger into my hole. i was getting hard. "Damn you! You just messed up my fantasy!" I thought I had just fucked up and now she's pissed. Then her smile came back. "Come here!" she ordered. She sat up on the edge of the bunk, grabbed me by the belt and pulled me to her. I was still standing and she unbuckled my belt, lowered my zipper and pulled my pants down to my knees. The underwear came next and my hard cock sprang out in front of her face. No teasing, no licking, no hesitation, she just leaned down and took my cock into her mouth.