Looking at the condition of my clothing, I spoke when we were away from the airport. “I know we’re on a schedule, but I need to shower and change....There is no way I’m going to meet the President dressed like a stevedore.”The driver snickered, and Sergeant Wilson laughed. “Mr. Morrison. We are driving you to the Marriott, where we’ve reserved a room for you for the express purpose of allowing you to tend to your personal needs. My assistant and I took the liberty of moving your luggage as soon. We kissed again as he worked the head of his shaft up and down my slit, seeking my opening. Slipping gently into me he paused. “I’ll be as gentle as I can darling, but it may hurt a little.” “I’m ready.” He gave one firm thrust and I felt my resistance break. It did hurt, quite a lot actually, but the pain soon started to subside and I felt myself begin to relax again. He eased himself further into me until our bodies were totally engaged. He lifted himself onto his elbows and started to. We don’t seem to be getting anywhere.“ The guys are getting impatient too, they won’t be pleased if we fail,” added Emma.In the conversation that followed, each of the girls was tasked with finding an opportunity to get Randy alone and to “work him over” as Belle put it.oOoEmma laughed breathlessly, “Hell Nancy, I’ve got to beat this guy, please, I swear I’ll lock up and bring you the key… huh, please?” She and Randy were again on the rowers.“You two,” laughed the fitness club owner, “don’t you. ’ ‘When you cum you can lay on top of me until we fall asleep. That way you don’t have to move. Ok?’ ‘I always thought as soon as I came I was supposed to roll over.’ ‘You don’t have to.’ Derrin smiled and started thrusting again, this time a little faster then a little harder. Isabel started moaning, soft low moans at first, and as Derrin continued moving faster and faster, her moans intensified. Isabel then started to cum, her orgasm intense from the movements Derrin made. Amazingly Derrin.