Such was her passion that her knees literally gave way and but for my firm hold she would have collapsed. With a little difficulty (I am not so young ...s I used to be) I picked her up and carried her upstairs as she kissed me and tried to squirm out of her clothing. Then I laid her on the bed and, well, laid her on the bed. It was done, I must admit, without a great deal of finesse but as always my balls seemed somehow aware of the presence of a new cunt and the flow of spunk seemed. ‘Move your hand,’ he instructed as he moved my hand with his. As I began to stroke him he removed his hand and allowed me to continue on my own while he humped his hips in unison with my hand strokes. I jerked it harder and harder, my tits bouncing freely on my chest, trying desperately to get him off. After a few moments I felt his hand on my head pulling my face closer to the bulbous head which pistoned through my hand. ‘Suck me,’ he demanded as the pressure on my head increased. At that. I phoned Millie. She answered cautiously."Millie? It's Greg." Oh, Greg. It's good to hear from you. Have you booked in now?" Yes. I just wondered if you would like to join me for dinner this evening." I ... I don't really know about that. I mean I would like to but working at the hotel. It may be difficult." I doubt it, Millie. How about we meet in reception, and if eyebrows are raised and sharp intakes of breath are heard we can go somewhere else."She laughed. "If you put it like that then. 'How many you want?' he barked abrubtly. Craig was surprised by such a cold approach. He answered diligently, 'Just one pack please.' The bartender slowly made his way to the cigarette stand. Craig forced an uneasy smile, 'Uhm, could you tell me what kinds of beverage you sell here?' The bartender looked confused as he placed the cigarettes on the counter, 'What you mean?' 'I'm sorry, I mean do you just sell soft drinks or alcohol too?' The bartender eyed Craig up and down, still unhappy about.