I kissed her when I arrived, tasting Guilia’s juices on her mouth. “MMmh, you gotta pee again?” I asked quietly to the squirming receptionist.Sh... gasped, then whispered almost inaudibly: “Yes...” I moved to her front, spotting the familiar patch of pubic hair again, this time covered by a different, but still sheer see-through thong.“So go ahead,” I said. “Do it.”She swallowed hard. “I can’t,” she hissed, still squirming from Martina’s finger inside her.I grinned, though she couldn’t see me.. They were all laughing when my husband walked up and said he called a cab and it would be about 15 minutes. Dwayne said that was plenty of time to have a drink. We ordered drinks and started chatting and hubby seemed to be relaxed as my friends would keep checking me out as they talked. We finished our first drink and ordered shots and a second round and we all were drinking fast and feeling pretty relaxed and friendly. Every time Bob would excuse himself he would squeeze by me and push his. Jasmine sees his dim form step back,put hands on hips and look her up and down. Clapping his handapprovingly, his lips move and through inches of snow Jasmine thinks she can hear muffled words....something about "naughty" and "next year." Her master walks past Jasmine toward the house, and she is leftalone. She is fixed rigidly in her frame and thick insulation, theheat generated by her voluptuous body competing with the thick snowpacked around her outside to maintain a fairly. I looked at thewall adjoining our rooms and imagined him also gettingready and wondered if he was feeling the same as me now...very excited but also extremely nervous too. My mobilephone started ringing, making me jump and it was Charlesletting me know that he was in his room and almost ready. Itold him that I was ready and looking forward to seeinghim, to which he agreed likewise. Charles then suggestedthat he would come to my room, which I was very relieved toaccept, as I didn't fancy going.