Come over here and let me have some of that. Your cock is incredible. I need it.”I knelt by her head, and she started licking my cock. I put my hand... on her tits and started rubbing her nipples. She said, “That’s it. Play with my nipples. I love the way you do that.”I was rubbing her nipple and sucking the other one alternating, she was screaming with joy and ecstasy. I was moving my fingers under her tits making circles and moved my hands down to her navel and made circles there, all this. Helen's cunt feels so good. She grunts, and is answered by the man's own grunt and a quickening of his rhythm.There's no telling who is fucking her. No way to recognise him. She gave the concierge no more detailed instruction than to send a man to her room before breakfast. It could even be the concierge himself. Once or twice, playing this game, she's almost been sure it was. This time, she's certain it's a guest. And the beauty of it is that if she meets him during the conference neither will. We scouted a few shops before she found one in an out of the way arcade. It seemed to have some very sexy gear, and she was keen to check out their small scraps of lace that they called underwear.On entry to the shop we found a woman behind the counter who was truly beautiful - very petite and she looked to be a native of the islands. She spoke beautiful English, so communicating with her was not going to be a problem.Leilani was her name, and I guessed that she was mid-thirties. She was barely. My head was full of all kinds of extra information that had no anchor. It was just there. For instance, I knew that the lovely woman smiling down at me was the Aunt of the young man whose body I was currently using. Her name was – Tara.Tara was pretty and sexy and kind. She was slender and curvy in all the right ways, with a lithe, energetic way that made it pleasant to look at her. In other circumstances I would be luring her home for a tryst with Jenny. Except for the fact that Jenny was.