I had positioned myself very discreetly, so he didn’t see me at first. He entered with a group, and although there were women with him, it was immed...ately clear that they were a team of professionals together, so I was at least relieved of that concern. As the rest of the group turned towards the restaurant, he separated from them and went to reception. I had pre-planned that by texting him to tell him I’d had something delivered to the hotel for him. Exactly as I had hoped, he asked for it as. Should I tell him who I was? should I wait to meet him? I really didn't want things to get awkward so I went ahead and just told him who I was. I messaged him back saying his name which freaked him out a bit and then I told him who I was. It seemed like forever waiting for his response. Finally , a notification as I looked and he seemed to almost shut down everything we had talked about. I went ahead and told him we should catch up , we didn't have to do anything.. we should just hang out and. What could I do? All I could think of at that moment was to get out of these female clothes and back into my male clothes and try and talk to her. Well this, of course, proved extremely difficult. When, eventually, she calmed a little, the only sort of reply I managed to get from her, was, 'Why?' and 'You're a queer aren't you?' and things like that." Well, are you?" Am I what?" Queer, homosexual, call it what ever you like?" Certainly not." So you're not interested in men, then?" No, I never. He pulled her leg up with one hand, and started rubbing her wet cunt with the other. He pulled down his pants and revealed his throbbing, thick 7 inch dick and started rubbing her slit with it. He was kissing her passionately with his tongue, rubbing her thigh and teasing her pussy with his hard cock/ I was flicking myself rapidly as she started to lick his tongue, wrestling with it frantically. That's when he got to his knees on the bed, turned her on her back, and slowly.