They where just in town on business from Chicago and were staying right down the street. After last call they invited me over to the hotel to hang out...and have another drink with them. I was fairly drunk already and had nothing to do in the morning so I joined them for a drink in one of their rooms. We went up and they pulled out a bottle of scotch and poured some drinks. Then one of the guys started cutting out lines of coke. "Hope you don't mind," he said. "Not at all, I had fun back in my. The coffeemaker comes to life with its warm burbling sound, and my stomach growls in anticipation of dinner. When all is in readiness she comes to kneel at my feet. I continue to peruse the magazine, pointedly ignoring her. She waits on the cold, hard floor for the moment when I will turn my eyes upon her and allow her to speak to me. I make her wait until I have finished with my magazine. Tossing the magazine aside I look down at her.?Is the table ready?? I ask.She responds with, ?Yes. Sanders might want to check on her now healed rash, so should really stop rubbing her pussy, it might make it look irritated, but she couldn't stop, not now, she was too close. With her free hand she squeezed her right breast, pinching her nipple and relishing the sensation as it brought her within seconds of achieving her third orgasm of the morning. Her conquest was painfully cut short by the door bell ringing."Damn it, just a few seconds more and I would have been there," she thought. She. The thin lips of her now denuded little pussy slowly parted revealing the moist pink membranes inside. Her tiny clit throbbed in tune to the beating of her heart as she waited for a sign of my approval."Very pretty Pamela, but you're wet. Have you been playing with your pussy?" N-no sir! But I wanted to so bad I had to pinch myself three times. But when I woke up this morning my pillow somehow got in between my legs and I was kind of squeezing and humping it while lying on my tummy. Maybe I.