But what if this was just a way to get to him? He was still in thought trying figure out why exactly Mr. Martinez really wanted him in his room before...Mr. Martinez snapped a finger."First things first, I want you to show me around the hotel." He said to him."Of course, sir, just let me take these equipments downstairs." That is where we are going." He responded. "Let's go."Ramon took all the equipment that he had been using to clean the room and the both of them went downstairs in an elevator.. Somehow she slid her pussy over the length of my cock and at the same time biting my lip, looking deep into my eyes. “Mmff…A-Ash-ley…uhn, couch?” I could barely get a word in because she was kissing me so often and so roughly. She paused, looking around as if realizing we were on the couch for the first time. “Oh.” When we fooled around at home one of the unspoken rules was that we didn’t do it in/on places where we couldn’t clean up easily. The couch was one of those places. She groaned. "Well...do you like?" she asked.By now the tent in my trousers must have been making my answer obvious, but I mumbled "Well..err...err."She came over to me and kissed me. I found my tongue entwining with hers. She reached and pushed my shorts off me and took my cock in her soft hand. She began to rub me against her moist cunt. It felt marvellous but I knew if she kept at it I would soon be shooting my load. She sensed this and stopped."Have you somewhere more comfortable than here ?" she said. ” Mistress Trixy gave a sharp tug on Peter’s chain to remind him of his position. Peter looked up at her through wide expectant eyes. “We need one more participant in this little gathering; the one Peter, who will demonstrate to you exactly what it takes to be a man, and to be my slave.” Mistress Trixy clicked her fingers above her head and a door in the far corner of the room immediately swung open. The girls on the sofa stopped kissing and looked to the door as they exchanged quick frantic.