They were awkward but managed a decent piece and were approved. There was a training program that the experienced women had written down and it was st...rted immediately. These bright beauties soon picked up the basics and began working on their own styles.Carlotta was a coal-black Jamaican woman of impressive stature and a delightful British accent. Strong, solid body and good with tools, she also helped with maintenance. Her specialty was men who wanted to be dominated.Priya had Desi background. I felt overwhelmed in her presence and started to doubt myself, but Samantha strode straight up to me and told me how beautiful I looked. I swallowed hard and accepted her compliment.We left the hotel, hand in hand, and caught an Uber to the Tapas bar.The bar was abuzz with life, and none of the other patrons seemed to even notice us as we were shown to our table.All night I gazed into Sam’s sparkling eyes, as we chatted and giggled across the table, fingers touching the whole time.As we slowly. Nobody could look at her when she was in the room with Wes and not know he was her man.I didn't feel that she'd stolen him from me. She was willing to gamble on his coming back, waking up. And that when he awoke, he would go to her, not into my arms. Her love was that strong. I actually envied her, wishing I could love somebody with that much intensity, that much devotion, that much faith. As much as it saddened me to admit it, I was too devoted to me and what I wanted to make the sacrifices. I looked over at the clock again, 45 minutes left til I could cum. I pulled my thong to the side and slowly slid my middle finger down to the entrance of my dripping hole. My entire body tightened, anticipating penetration, but I wasn't going to give in just yet. I took my pointer finger and my middle finger and traced either side of my hole, slowly following the folds of my swollen lips up to where they met my hard little clit. At this point I had shifted forward in my seat and opened my legs.