Sandal-clad feet, tanned muscular legstopped by a fairly wide wraparound burnt orange skirt. Igreeted her with a *”Buenas noches”*, but on...y got anoncommittal “mmmm” in response. I heard the sound ofthe lotion bottle being squeezed, and felt her hands onmy upper back. She worked my shoulder blades and back musclesknowingly, eliciting more than a few grunts from me asshe worked out the knots. She ran her fingertips up mysides, making me wriggle, but then got serious about. I raised my head and began licking her pussy as she lowered herself back down. I had tasted her many times before but she seemed even sweeter this time, due to the bondage this time. I suspect. The first of another orgasm began to build inside me and I started to moan much louder into her pussy. Mel then moved to the side while still licking me and started finger fucking me as I was beginning to shake a little as my orgasm gained momentum. “Come for me again, sweetie, come on you can do it” she. When it all drew to a close at day’s end, there was the release of high-stakes Blackjack, topless bars (or bottomless, if you could take it without alcohol), excesses of magic and music on stage, or just the hypnotic incandescence of the Strip. Dr. Bell’s meditation on the pressures of pain as a career had begun that afternoon as he idled past the Bellagio’s rows of meeting rooms, consulting his program of lectures, seminars, and panel discussions on neurology and this year’s theme: pain. Most. There were even flowers in a vase on the desk!I lifted Wendy up in the air and twirled her around the room as she squealed with delight! OUR room!Two real beds! And a large closet along with two dressers and two comfortable chairs with a small table in between! But most important was the lock on the door!Wendy couldn't stop giggling, but we checked out the bathroom, realized the shower was just big enough for the two of us and we quickly stripped and jumped into the water.I swear we washed each.