No bra. It's the kind of crushed material that hide my alert nipples. As his thumb and forefinger roll one nipple, his other hand is finding its way d...wn to my navel, playing with it. All this while, not a word. The only sounds are far off outside sounds. Then, his hands approaches my clit. He takes his hand off my breast and lifts one of my legs by the knee, to place it on the ledge by the window. I am still bent over with my elbows on the sill. His fingers find my cunt, now trickling, wet.... I was surprised to find Susan drinking soda. Susan loves a drink when laying by the pool, but Susan said she didn't feel like drinking. James then suggested that we try a beach up the coast from the hotel. Susan wanted to go, so I agreed. The beach was off the beaten path and fairly deserted. There were two other couples, down the beach from us, which were quite nude. Susan never hesitated, taking her cloths off as soon as she laid down her towel. I guess the shock registered on my face,. I realized the power I could generate with the slit between my legs. Not only to make men do silly things, but also the effect it had on me. The pleasure I received from my pussy, not just from the power it had over men, was mind-blowing. I was on an aroused mental and physical state that took me time to get off it. It didn’t help that I had a client waiting.“Mrs. Big Shot” wasn’t what I expected. I thought she would be a young trophy wife, blond, beautiful and full of cheap class. Instead,. "You are going to act drunk. Stupid drunk. Fall down drunk."I was beginning to get the picture."The driver that is going to pick you up has a reputation," Mr. Bradford said. "He takes advantage of young drunk women. He did this with one of my employees and a young lady I was having an affair with. Instead of taking you home he is going to bring you to his house. He will take you to the basement because his sick wife is upstairs and never goes down there. He will then proceed to bang your brains.