She had very little pubic hair in that area, just a dusting of fine black hairs on the crest of those pale fleshy lips. Of course this had to have ...een deliberate. One does not succeed as a short-skirted socialite without knowing exactly which way one’s pussy is pointing. Or at whom, for that matter. Had my colleague been thinking along the right track? If so, then she must be quite a sexual opportunist to be wearing knickers like that on a state occasion. The gentleman. There's no need to worry.''None at all.'Denise went back to enjoying her toast and coffee.By the time Denise had finished and returned to her room, Jim was stirring. When she opened her door and looked across at the bed, Jim opened one eye and focussed, with a little difficulty, on the red-head."Hiya gorgeous," he managed. It was croaky and scratched, but comprehensible."Aw, did you have a tough night, little baby?" crooned Denise as if to a child. "Let me take care of you," she continued,. As I looked in her drawer, I found some g-strings and some thongs, then some lingerie. Some of it was pvc, plus she had handcuffs. I thought what a dirty girl. As I went through her panties, I found some pics of her, taken with a polaroid camera. They were pics of her playing with her pussy with a fat black dildo. As I looked at the pics, I realized she had taken them herself. I was so hard by this point, I took my cock out and began to stroke it. I took a pair of her soft panties and wrapped. She looked down at her cock, and saw Wills stomach had a shiny puddle on it where her pre-cum had rubbed off on it. She bit down on his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark that would stay for weeks, but he didn’t notice the pain and instead held her tighter. He knew she was close, and so was he. Her breasts pressed against his chest, the nipples hard little buttons on his skin.She quickened her pace. Her cock rubbing against him faster and faster. She could feel her orgasm right there, right.