”I growled in frustration and thought, “I hate that phrase. Be yourself. Who else could I be?”If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t even consider...saying yes. Mom just seems so adamant.I sighed and entered the room. The guest room, compared to the rest of the house, was a bit more spartan. Essentially, just the bed, dresser, bathroom, and such. Even the artwork on the walls was Pottery Barn. Nothing special.I removed my shirt, shoes, and socks. I’ve been wearing loose-fitting shorts that have been. Or simply finding some action in a shadowy corner of the large warehouse and gallery space the company had rented for the evening.Music pounded from the d.j. and reverberated around the large brick rooms of the long-ago printing plant. Martin was on the prowl, no doubt about it. His fondest hope for getting something tonight had been Wendy, lovely Wendy who dressed as carefully and femininely as if she were an air hostess in the 1960s, but she seemed to be attached to Carl tonight. Martin. “Honey, I hope you don’t mind but I am going to touch myself to the thought of you.” My pussy began pulsing for attention remembering your grunts and groans. I slowly unbuttoned my pants trying to make it as realistic as possible. My ginger hip movements to slide off my pants, reminded me of the look you had when I did the same thing for you. I exposed my white and pink thong hoping that soon I could unveil them to you. My hips rocked back and forth to my ingenious imagination of your hard. Wait a minute, where were man and dog heading. The hotel. Where else, there’s nothing else round here! This could be so much fun.Being a sly cow, I selected a dress, much lower cut than originally planned. After 20 minutes, I looked in the mirror. Perfect, I muttered to myself. And so I went downstairs to make my entrance.Sure enough, there he was. He recognised me and, as I stood at the bar, near to him, he gave a polite nod and said good evening. Now I’m not a dog fan, but I knelt down and.