I began to explain, "Sir."At which point he immediately interrupted, "Call me Stu, after all, it isn't as if we are strangers."I nodded my assent. "Si..., I mean Stu, things are very difficult back home. My parents are divorcing and I now don’t get much money. I have taken bar work in the evenings to make ends meet, and subsequently, my studies have suffered."His eyes again fell to my thighs, but he quickly recovered and said, "I do sympathise with you, Catherine."Which was my turn to interrupt,. If anyone had been standing outside the bathroom, they would have heard her. She held onto my arms, pulling her legs out of the costume and wrapping them around me. We both watched in fascination as my dick slid in and out of her pussy and her cum covered panties smacking her ass. She started making a whining sound, and then she cried out as she climaxed.Feeling her pussy clench around my dick excited me, and I felt my orgasm nearing. I glanced up at her, her head was tiled up, mouth open and. ”“Perfect, sir.”I picked up my bags and headed for the elevator. I rode up to the eighth floor, found the correct room, and let myself in. It was a purely functional room, but I didn’t plan to spend all that much time in it. My first order of business was to unpack, then to call home, as I’d agreed with my wives, to say I’d arrived safely in Amsterdam. I spoke to Amanda who promised to write that on the board, along with my plan to call on Saturday evening after I returned to the hotel from. “Hallo Marcus.” “Valerie,” he replies, while standing up. He takes my hand, spins me around while looking at me from head to heels and then kisses my neck and lips. Then he moves back to his chair and as he sits down, he pulls me to the edge of his desk in front of him. As if in a slow-motion movie scène, he starts by letting me sit on his desk, lifting my heels onto the armrests of his chair. He puts his hands on each of my ankles, moving them very sensually up to my knees. From there his.