Even though my husband and I sorted out our disagreement and fighting I decided I would still go see Gavin. It was still winter and rather cold so I g...t dressed in tracksuit pants a top and a warm jersey not wearing any underwear tho. I left at 11h30 and went to the hotel. Arriving at the hotel at 11h50 i made my way to room 8. It was open and on entering Gavin had bought hot chocolate for me in a take away cup. We first sipped on the hot chocolate while I told him about the fight I had with my. .um… I …er...three nights,” I lied. “Right,” she said, “I was going to give you 3 strokes as it is your first time but you lied to me. You have done no more than one half hour practice at the most, so now I will give you another 6 strokes to encourage you to tell me the truth in future.” I couldn’t believe this was happening. “Please, no, Miss Edwards, I have been so busy I didn’t have time, I will practice next time, I promise.” “You should have thought of that before, now, strip down to. She's bolder now, her little fingers following my bra straps downwards towards my already aching breasts and any tension I had felt was dissolved beneath her expertly gentle touch. Her hands come together, her index fingers touching as they move down between my swelling breasts, the other fingers flowing over the lacy material of my bra, before her nails scrape back, having not quite reached my nipples as I so long for them to do, and heaven, they move back and I feel her hair again, prefacing. She is rarely gone overnight, but it is not uncommon for her to put six hundred miles a day on her company car. She had just returned from one of her long trips and we were in the living room talking about what to have for dinner that night and I told her I wasn't hungry for food, but that I did have an idea that might interest her. I unzipped my pants and took out my cock and Shelly laughed, "God, but you do have a one track mind!"She knelt down between my legs and started licking me and it.