We make sure to keep our shirts on but take off our panties. We sit down at the table in chairs facing the door. She texts you. Then we open the door ... bit. We look like we’re reading but we each are touching ourselves and at the right angle it’s very noticeable. We hope you’ll still be the stranger. We’re pretty sure people couldn’t see us if they’re walking by quickly…You come up quickly trying to find the room and you do and make eye contact and we quickly switch from the familiar to the. This was the first time in several years that all of us had been able to catch up. It was nice that after the somberness of the funeral, we were able to relax. There were five of us, Paul, Catherine, Julia and her husband, William, had met up in the bar of my hotel for a drink before walking to the restaurant. We sat and enjoyed the good food and wine, reminiscing about Stephen and his exploits at university; our version of an Irish wake. Then catching up with everything else that we’d been up. You will thank her for spanking you, and you will beg her to fuck you. You're her little lesbian slut now.”“Lesbian slut,” the girl murmured into my pussy, her words muffled. Her tongue brushed my clit, sending a spark of delight through my cunt. “You are your mother's good, pussy-licking girl,” I moaned. “...good, pussy-licking...” Her tongue caressed my aching labia. The oral pleasure was incredible. I shuddered against her, my hips wiggling from side to side, my juices spilling over her. Meet me in front of the hotel and then we’ll talk. Sound good?’ ‘What time?’ he quickly responded. ‘Noon,’ I answered. ‘Perfect,’ he replied. ‘See you at noon tomorrow.’ The next morning, I sat in the hotel lobby around noon waiting for Thomas to show up. Part of me was a little surprised at myself for agreeing. Some other part of me marveled at my new potential victim. It was now 12:03. Thomas had not shown up yet and I was already getting impatient. The heartless side of me surfaced as I saw.