After a few moments of rest I slide out of you and undo the buckles of my harness, letting it fall to the floor. I look at you, still gasping on the b...d and settle myself next to you. Perfectly content to take care of my own needs now that you are satisfied, I reach over into the other nightstand and take out my favorite clit vibe. My eyes on yours I start to manipulate myself on the way to an orgasm. I am startled when you take the vibe from me and start to make me tremble in the anticipation. "You mean does Mike like to eat my pussy?" I said it firmly without being overly loud."Yes." She turned a deeper shade of crimson."I sit on Mike's face and rub my pussy against his tongue and lips and feed him my cum." Oh my." She trembled a bit."Would you like to do that to Brent?" "He thinks it's too vulgar." She looked up at the ceiling as if Brent were right and she were some sort of pervert, too sick to be allowed out in public. I had my own intuition that Brent was probably carrying on. I'm standing next to the receptionist and look up at you as you approach. Your hips swing lovely from side to side and with the alcohol and high heels really do insinuate your movement and your red hair is bobbing up and down. The receptionist greets you and I snap out of my trance. Steve mentions the poor meal to the receptionist and to add it to the room. You are handed the key by myself but you don't really take much notice. Once at the room you enter first and want to cry. In the room is a. ... up the middle, almost too light to feel. Another kiss at the top The same light lick back down... this time you feel my mouth moving upwards again, but with more force, you feel my whole tongue pushing between your lips, opening your pussy... the heat your body is creating and the ice sends a mixed chill down your spine. Then you feel my tongue and lips working together, almost as if I were kissing your mouth... my tongue probes deep inside, reaching as far as it can before my lips gently.