Flirty chat is all well and good, but after laughter and much drinking, his penis gently semi due to her perfume, her ass looking good enough to eat a...d her touchy-feely wandering hands, he decided to ask her for her number.Reluctant to see her reaction, she played out all cool. Her breasts half exposed in her low cut top teasing him and his cock controlled brains. So she decided she wouldn't give him her number, but she wanted to take his and punched in his digits with the same vigour as his. She put her small hand around it and looked up at me wide-eyed. “You really want me to fuck him,” she asked. She seemed to be having second thoughts. “God, I can hardly get my hand all the way around it.” I was standing a few feet away, camera in hand. “Of course I do honey, you promised you would. You can’t come this far and leave him frustrated.” After some foreplay (mostly to get her ready) he finally put the wood to her big time. He fucked her hard in several different positions. She came. Finally, the big night arrived. There was an excited buzz backstage as everyone climbed into their costumes and submitted to the ministrations of the makeup artists. Stars “Anne” and “Henry” were given their own private change rooms. Jay had a wardrobe mistress, Agatha, who gaily fussed over him. She arrayed him in lacy brushed cotton underwear and white silk stockings. A skilled cosmetician, she painted his face with deft, delicate strokes, finally standing back to admire her handiwork. She. So we slipped quietly to room 103, a spacious and well appointed room, and quaffed the prosecco that I had ordered beforehand. She began by slipping off her jacket, revealing a well endowed breast covered only by a skimpy yellow T Shirt. We sat on the bed and her had went straight to my trousers, where my member was quite asleep to the situation. She grabbed me by the neck and started to kiss me French style, something I had not experienced in a long time. Our tongues intertwined and we sucked.