Whole heartedly. She would let him do whatever he wanted. Glancing at him one more time she picked up the menu and started skimming the selection. It ...tarted low. A faint fluttering distracted her from the menu. It felt good whatever it was. Looking around the room she tried to find the source. Nothing. What in the world? She went back to the menu but the sensation continued. After a few minutes it had increased enough that she again had to put the menu down and really concentrated at looking. He was eating my ass like it was cake. Long licks through my crack and across my hole then flicking his tongue at my opening like it was a clit. I could feel his spit flowing down m crack and onto my back. I was in heaven when he said, You have a very nice smooth pussy girl. That's when I was sure what he wanted from me. He reached over and grabbed some lube from the night stand, put a generous amount in my as crack , handed me the tube and told me to get a hand full and and stroke his. Our room was small and filled with artsy decor and modern, abstract paintings hanging on the multi colored walls. There was a stack of towels that had been rolled up and placed on the shelves in the bathroom. Lauren looked at them and said, "You should call housekeeping and ask for more towels, we will need them. When I squirt, I really, really squirt a lot!". I told Lauren to take off her clothes and lay down on the bed with her head at the edge of the bed. Being the submissive she told me she. I closed my eyes and almost melted, as I moaned through an orgasm. When she finished removing the last pair of panties I stood there facing her, with that soaked panty shield wedged between my pussy lips. Odette finally plucked the shield from between my wet thighs, and she smiled commenting: “Oh My… you are a very sensitive girl…”I leaned forward a little, pushing my wet cunt towards her face. Then the French lady placed her hands on my thighs and buried her nose in my pussy. It looked so.