I ask why he had ask that question to which he replied that he and a friend had noticed round the pool area that I had no hairs under my arms and that...I had nice breasts, he then told me that where he came from most Gay men shaved under their arms as a sign to other Gay people, he then asked if he could see my breasts, we went into the stall area, closed the door and he unbuttoned my shirt and started to suckle my nipples, I was very turned on but said that I had to get back to the bar and get. As she was sitting on the chair I bent on her without touching her with my hands and took one nipples in my mouth and bit it. Slowly I rubbed her tits. She started moaned when I squeezed her boobs and started moving her hand faster in her panty. With her other hand she pulled me over her and stated kissing me passionately. She gave her tongue in my mouth. My hand moved down towards her belly.Then slowly from her nipples I went down and kissed her navel and made her stand up, turned her around. I thought that we were going to have dinner and then go back to his hotel room and fuck, but when I got to the restaurant, there were two other men with him. They were two of your biggest clients, George was from New York and the Neil was from Boston. They were also in town for the conference. I sat down and we had drinks and dinner. We had several round of drinks before dinner and I got a little drunk and I really didn't sober up much while we ate. We had more drinks after dinner and then went. His cock was ... big! As big as a pony I’ve seen in the field across the way!Then he saw me. His expression took on shock and then resentment.“Mother ... how could you! ... Spying on me ... like this!” his voice accused bitterly.Blind maternal empathy drew me to his side.“Guy! No, I wasn’t spying!” I pleaded, stroking his head. “I had no idea you would even home. What happened?”His eyes are searching my face for the truth.“Well ... maybe so.” He says putting an arm on my bare shoulder. Then.