" And how am I supposed to pay for it?" Justine knew the answer before it was voiced but she wanted to be belligerent, try to maintain a vestige of co...trol."I'm sure a slut like you will be able to think of something to trade."He was in his forties but looked to be sixty, unshaven with long lank hair. He sat cross-legged with his back to the wall, his meagre possessions in two carrier bags. A small square of material was spread before him holding a few assorted coins and he looked up when. I worked one of my fingers into her pussy and started to finger fuck her. Her pussy felt tight…My mouth worked down her chest and I kissed the top of her firm boobs.I pressed her backwards and her nice naked buttocks hit the desk. I pressed again and she sat down on it. Getting to my knees in front of her I stuck my tongue in her slit and licked from clit to ass and back. When I got to her pussy I shoved my tongue in as far as I could. She tasted very sweet. My Boss now stood up and moved. So sexy!"He hung around her for most of the evening. They joined a group of six for dinner, after which he walked her back to her hotel room.As she opened her door, he stood with his hand on her arm. "I don't suppose that I can offer you a nightcap from your own minibar?"She was transported back to her undergraduate fantasies. "I'm a married woman!" I won't tell if you don't".She let him in. They sat on the couch drinking. His arm went round her. She didn't protest. A hand slipped down on to. ”I wasn’t sure what to say or think, so I let out a small laugh. Gathering my thoughts, I asked, “So are you trying to pick me up?”“No, no… I’m so sorry, I just thought that maybe like me you might enjoy a conversation with another human being instead of watching mind-numbing television or surfing the web. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”His look of horror at my reaction was so genuine, I couldn’t help but laugh again. “Well, I suppose a chat and a second glass of Shiraz does sound better.