Annie would then follow me and sometimes climb onto my back. She’d continue to grind her mound against my ass. Occasionally I would stick my ass up ...o that she’d hit my tailbone with more precision. I could hear her gasp when she did. She’d hover over that spot and rotate her hips. I knew she was tantalizing her clit against me.Slowly I would move onto my knees. Annie would be behind me in a pseudo-doggy style position. I would reach between my legs and undo the button on her jeans and slide. Jean added cream and a half spoon of sugar to hers.I talked to Jean as I ate my breakfast.“Jean, first of all, what happened to Martine last night? I assume she is another maid?”“Yes. Martine is one of our younger staff. She was twenty-one a week ago. She doesn’t normally work the night shift but we are short because there’s a stomach bug going around. You know there was a Stag Party here last night?”“Yes, I am too well aware of that Stag Party, Jean.”“It should have been only in the Conference. Margot left the menus on the empty setting. "Can I get you something to drink while you wait?" she asked.I ordered a glass of wine, and Margot smiled. I smiled back. Margot swung her hips back towards the kitchen.Margot, Margot, Margot. Too bad I'm spoken for. Isn't it funny? The instant you decide to settle down, and all of a sudden, every woman you see is available. Available and maybe even willing. When I was out and about and looking for lovers, where was Margot then?Instead, I had Becky.. For some months my husband and I had debated various sexy escapades we could enjoy in the future, and the inevitable cliché of interracial fun was pretty high on the list. He had no desire meet a couple or invite a female to join us, so we agreed that at some point it would (maybe) be a black male joining us. This incident rather shortcut that plan. On the last night of the conference I had seen enough of colleagues for another year, so decided to skip the last night bash. The hotel had a spa.