Wyche gave us a quick tour. We saw the various mortars and pestles she used to grind the dried herbs, the little furnace for melting and breaking down...minerals, the decorative clay bowls used for mixing the ingredients and the little round wooden boxes used when she sold balms and salves."I'm sorry," she apologised, "You came for a drink and not to learn my business. Suma and Maevu, would you mind bringing those pitchers upstairs, and then we can drink and talk in more comfort."Upstairs I found. Her chair was tilted and her head was thrown back. Low moans of pleasure escaped her while I stood there, rapt in the sight before me. She was obviously enjoying the ministrations of someone kneeling in front of her.It was mesmerizing. Teresa looked so incredibly sexy, laying back and moaning, her big breasts jiggling and swaying as she bucked her hips against her unseen paramour. Her sounds grew more insistent. I could hear the muffled wet slurping sounds of the unseen someone going down on. The rest of the day, I had a hard on every time I looked at the palm of my hands.We finished with our meetings, accomplished all of our tasks and at the end of the day were told we were all free to go home a day early. If we wanted to, I unconsciously made the decision to stick to my schedule, hoping to have the opportunity to see more of the stunning red head.Instead of making it an early night, after my shower I decided to have a cocktail at the motel bar. Surprisingly it was fairly busy for. I felt Zana getting closer and intensified my work on her clit. It did not take long for her to reach climax. She held on to the counter hard and started to grunt that she was cuming. I felt her legs getting weak and wobbly. I held her up with one arm around her waist as I kept massaging her clit.Zana came in a huge orgasm. I kissed her neck and smelled her hair as she enjoyed her orgasm.When she recovered the strength in the legs, I used my hand to open my jeans and let them fall to the floor.