This time, she's certain it's a guest. And the beauty of it is that if she meets him during the conference neither will be able to recognise the other...He's banging hard into her now. She can feel the swing of his balls. When he leans over her, pushes her down into the bed she feels shirt tails against her arse, the graze of an open suit jacket brushing her hips, a tickle of silk tie licking like a tongue along her spine. He reaches around and under, finds her clit with those strong fingers and. With the pumping back and forth and my dick and her thighs getting slippery, my dick slipped and pressed right against her pussy. She gasped. I stopped moving. My hand froze to her tit. Nothing was said for a few seconds. I could tell she was getting turned on by the heat coming from her pussy. It was very hot. "Honey, please don't stop. I know you were almost finished. Just finish and let's sleep. It's ok I promise"I started again. Sliding my meat back and forth now between her thighs, but now. By the time our second drinks were about gone we were hitting it off exceptionally well. We were gazing into each other’s eyes. Her hands had found their comfortable resting place on my thighs, always returning after she used them to illustrate the important points of what she was telling me. It took a bit of coaxing but I talked her into her third drink. Once the third drink was served the nature of our conversation changed. I expressed my appreciation of her beauty and wit, not to mention my. He was instantly hard as a rock."Oh god, Mark. Lick my pussy, baby. Lick it all up. Mmmmm... you like how my pussy tastes?"What?!? Did she really just say his name? Was she really fantasizing about him while she fingered herself? He had to admit he had planned on using the thought of her in his own next solo fantasy, but this was almost too much. Dear Penthouse, I never thought this would happen to me...Well, he certainly wasn't one to let a golden opportunity go to waste! If she wanted to.