At first, she dont know that we were going to a motel and thought Ill take her home. Which I knew shes just making some assumptions to say something t... me. We got into the motel room and I took a shower as soon as I came in. I asked her to take a shower too after me but doesnt want to, bit later on I made her agree. I know that she was drunk and so did I. When she came out of the shower room, she laid beside me on the bed. I hugged her tight focusing on her breast. I could feel her liking it. Now that she had removed the scarf she had worn for the cab ride, the silver d-ring in the center of the collar shone in the hallway light. She liked the way that he was so specific. That he scripted their encounters with precision. Buying the clothes, setting the scene. She liked the way that he took control of those details. Of all the details of their sex life. In her head, she thought of him as a sort of rolling pin, flattening out the imperfections in her. By maintaining control over. Just fingering."Okay, I had heard of fingering. That was different. Damn, it must be okay because it felt so freaking good! O, Jeez, I couldn't believe how good it felt.I had played with myself, of course. I made myself feel good, but as soon as it started feeling really good I stopped. Something inside me wanted to stop before I lost control. It seems now that it had taken terrific self-control. Maybe it was the life of ballet that gave me my control. So this was the most incredible feeling. Slowly she began to increase the speed of her stroke, wrapping her legs around mine and pounding her hips harder against mine. I could feel her clenching my cock with her soft pussy which sent waves of pleasure through me as her breathing became rapid just before her climax took her. Mine followed a second later, filling her with my own offering, spurred on by the rhythmic clenching of her muscles. She collapsed on top of me, her head to one side as she tried to catch her breath, my hand gently.