I ran my tongue back down her slit, gently probing as I went. When I got to her bum I paid it special attention. Rona’s breathing was now very deep ...nd her moaning was getting louder. I inserted a finger into her soaking wet pussy and was rewarded with another gasp. It was time to try two.Gently, I pushed a second finger in and slid it in as far as I could. I then withdrew them to my fingertips before pushing back in again. I was also kissing and nibbling her outer lips while avoiding her clit,. I stirred the tea to dissolve the sugar and took a sip. “Now Terri, this is not Earl Grey, it’s English Breakfast Tea.” “I know, Ms. Alexander. You know I am going to continue to try and convert you to a better tea for your breakfast.” She smiled as she said it. I smiled back at her and told her it was fine, the cinnamon scone made up for her indiscretion with the tea. I asked her how busy the hotel was this week and she told me that it was relatively quiet this week, with very few guests. She. Yes, yes my mind screamed. She was coming in for the kiss. OMG!!!! I started to ready my lips for contact, when she leaned all the way forward, our lips were inches apart, and she stood up, grabbing my empty plate and headed toward the kitchen with it. She turned back toward me, smiling coyly and asked if everything was okay. No, no...I wasn't okay. My body was screaming, my cock felt like it was going to explode. She continued into the kitchen and yelled in asking if I had room for desert. I. The fashion store to which I planned to take her, “Pour Elle”, had survived the devasting earthquake that had laid waste to much of central and eastern Christchurch, thanks to its western suburban location. True to its slogan “For Her – Whenever, Wherever…”, it carried clothing appropriate to a wide range of situations, from beachwear to business and work attire and through to ballgowns; it even had bridal and maternity departments. I planned to arrange for us to be served by one of the store’s.