We didn’t make love that night. I deliberately wanted to avoid the intimacy so that Nisha could focus her desire on Russell. I had to; however mastu...bate three times that night because of the sexual tension. I was hoping the next day would bring more. Nisha had woken up and was standing on the balcony of the hotel room. She was standing in her panties and her singlet looking gorgeous. Her legs were moving differently like there was something that needed to enter right between them. I put my. Fran and I followed Frank around for three hours, getting literally soaked to the skin. We were wearing raincoats and Fran had an umbrella. She had given it to Frank, in exchange for his hat, as he was trying to keep the circular dry that he was writing on. Fran and I were cold, and our teeth were chattering, from being soaked. It didn't seem to faze Frank one bit.Frank hadn't spoken or made a sound once we stepped into the rain, his mind was focused on looking at each item and making. For the thousandth time, she questioned her own sanity. She came out to the table and caught a heated discussion between Matt and the host about the benefits of tattoos versus branding. Her stomach clenched. She gathered the plates. "Can I get you water or another drink?" She asked the group softly. "Water, Alice." She hurried back to the kitchen and loaded up her little tray with ice waters--one with no ice--and delivered them. The she went back after the salad. When she entered the room,. I moaned and grunted as he drove further and further, stretching my mouth to fit his cock as he did with my pussy."Oh, you like that don't you, my little office slut… my fucking office whore… what a bad girl you are!" he cajoled me. I paused a moment to take him out of my mouth and respond, "Mmmm yes, tell me."I love to be dominated. Thinking about when a man shoves his cock down my throat shouting vulgarities at me like "take it all down your throat slut", makes me tingle. I can be a very,.