“Regular” she said “Nearly every day I have two girls on the go” I said. She smiled and was still stroking me, she said “Have you had sex to...ay” “Yes” I replied as she slowly fondled me. After a couple of minutes of awkward silence she bent forward and licked the tip of my cock, “How old are you” she said “15 and you?” “44” she said.As her lips brushed my helmet I moved my left hand onto her knee, she slightly parted them as my hand moved onto the inside of her thigh, she sat up and smiled at. The Italian marble in the lobby was real and the concierge with the silly moustache looked up at me with distain written all over his delicate cologne drenched face.“Do you at least have a card, Mister Andrews?”I dug one out of my wallet, even though it was a bit dog-eared and had a spot of ketchup on one corner. The guy sniffed with contempt at my offering and pushed it onto a silver tray with one gloved hand like it might have some sort of foreign disease hidden in the ink. In all honesty, it. He pounded me harder and faster against the shower wall. I felt so dirty- a sexy dirty. “More, more yes like that!” I moaned which only encouraged him more, which was my intent. He wrapped his arm around my waist and continued to fuck me. Whatever erotic passion he showed earlier, was gone. It was transformed into raw, hard fucking. He pressed my body closer to him as our bodies pressed together in sexual rhythm giving me the most incredible fuck of my life. “Oh shit!” he moaned as I felt. " To me he said, "She's only doing what's best for you" or "She has your best interests at heart" and "She means well, you just need to meet her halfway." The one that made me gag and want to toss my cookies was "Some day you will thank her."The day it all came to a head when she sat me down at the kitchen table and started laying out information about the college I was going to attend, what my major would be and what minors I was going to take along with it. I took my hand and swept all the.