You free hand goes to working my clit, and I throw my head back in ecstasy. I don’t care if I’m loud. I don’t care if the people in the next roo... hear. I don’t care if they kick us out of the hotel, or arrest us for causing a public nuisance. I want to howl loud enough that every woman in the city hears and wishes she were me right now. The orgasm is a big one, and earthquake that starts in the deepest part of my cunt and rocks through my whole body, leaving my legs trembling. I can tell that. Two executives from Wells Fargo sat at the table with us, Mr. Joshua Peyton and Ms. Maria Canella. Peyton was local, in his mid-thirties, fit and tan. Canella had flown in from the home office for the presentation. I put her age in the mid-fifties. Like, Peyton, she was fit, but looked like the responsibility of her job or a stressful personal matter weighed heavily on her. She wore a navy wool business suit, with slacks, though, not a skirt.We were ready. Bound presentation books rested on the. Sapphire whinnied and jerked forward, fucking Yvette mercilessly. She felt herself get deeper and that only encouraged her. Yvette struggled to catch her breath as Sapphire fucked her. The more Sapphire thrusted, the deeper she got. Once her dick was almost fully inside of Yvette, Sapphire picked up her speed. Yvette cried in pain as Sapphire gripped her hips, driving her further onto her massive cock. Blood dripped from Yvette's used asshole as Sapphire ruined her. Her stomach was distended. I noticed that every single one of my friends slid his hand under her skirt as she stood next to them, fondling her ass and slipping her some finger. There were no objections from Francine, who poured herself a large glass of white wine when she had finished serving the men.Sitting down on the central sofa of the grouping of three white leather sofas, where she could be the centre of attention for the men scattered around the others, she quite deliberately hiked her dress above her waist,.