She then rose in a beautiful fluid motion and quickly moved off to my room, those heels clicking with each step and her hips swaying enticingly. She r...turned a moment later with the bag and dropped gracefully to her knees beside me and offered it to me almost ceremoniously. I took the bag and indicated for her to finish making our tea.This time she was much more careful and paid close attention to what she was doing. In fact, she made both cups exactly the same even though I knew she never put. Unlike Mrs. Martin, she had a very hairy cunt. It was the first hairy cunt I had ever seen. The panties were now in a puddle of silk at her feet. She stepped out of them and stood in front of me so I could admire her body. Just then the telephone rang. She jumped up like she had seen a snake. "Just a minute Peter," she said as she moved to the desk and picked up the black receiver of the phone.She reddened when she heard the voice. "Hello Dear. No, I haven't thought about what to make. He was still muttering when he sat down, the only individual in the row.He had finished his coffee and had opened the snack bar; the adverts had begun when the woman appeared. The lights had been dimmed so he didn't have a chance to examine her face, but her figure did register; she was plump, a very large bust and a rather large backside. Out of all the seats and rows, many with no body in them, she paused and then chose the row he was seated in and then sat next to him. Such a move did. Mark had text me the room number so Dave and I headed to the room.I knocked and Mark answered, he looked so handsome. He had on loose fitting cotton pants (the bulge was very noticeable), with a crisp, button down shirt. We had drinks and made small talk while Dave set up the video camera. After 3 wines I was starting to get excited, I couldn't get his cock out of my mind. He had fucked me so good the last time; my pussy was getting very wet. Mark leaned in and began kissing me. Dave started.