This time it had a foot in it, I recoiled in horror as my hand felt an ankle. I asked 'who's there,' I felt a breeze and than some one rubbed my head...and grabbed my shirt pulling me to my feet. As I stood up the bastard punched me in the stomach so hard that I doubled over in pain as the air escaped from my body. I was sinking to the floor when a knee knocked me back against the wall, the hand caught me as I fell backward. Fingers floundered around my waist, my pants was loosen and pulled from. He told himself, that she had only ever had one other lover, and that was her husband, and they waited until their wedding night. He kissed her face, eyelids, cheeks, forehead, tip of her cute pert nose, and finally on her mouth. She was ready for him, although she was still somewhat timid, it was she who probed his mouth with her tongue. He kissed her neck, that sensitive spot at the base of her throat. He moved on, to kiss the soft rise of her breast, and gently held the right one in his. Placing his hands on the sides of her face he said, you know I like it when she comes to visit. Reaching down Megan rubbed the back of her hand on he semi hard dick. Smiling she said, I know. Pulling her to him, he hugged and kissed her. Reaching down he pulled at the thin strip of cloth holding Megan's robe closed. Holding her hands out to her sides Megan let her lover slide the robe down her arms and fall to the floor. Pushing her hips forward, she ground her swollen mound against his. She moaned loudly, "Ohhh Fuck, suck, cunt, cunt, Oh my fucking God." Her words triggered my ejaculation and while I was coming she rubbed my prick all over her face and neck. I pumped stream after stream onto her. As they say, she got a pearl necklace. We both gasped at this wonderful start to our day. We had room service breakfast, unfortunately it wasn't Jim who delivered it. Joan did flash her tits at the waiter when he came into the room. I went to the conference to work. Joan hadn't made.