She was still as nude as she was last night. Her hair was a bit of a mess but that body still looked hot. “Morning,” she said as she walked by me...to the refrigerator. “Hi Cathy. Sleep good last night?” I replied. “Would have slept better if I had what you two had last night.” Next thing I knew, she was stand right next to me on my left. “Yeah, well, we hadn’t seen each other for a while, you know,” I replied. “Why are you wearing those boxers? I’ve seen you nude already, you know?” Cathy. I've been thoroughly done over so my hair now goes two ways. All neat and wavy round my head for daytime. Then I can brush and pin it up using the tortoiseshell combs so I look fierce and about six inches taller. Is this really the same hair I started out with? Magic. Had my fingernails tidied up - made me hang my head in shame for abuse inflicted on them over the years. Blenched a bit at the bill.Back to my room to drop things off, pick up the itineraries, hotel reservations and checklists.. .. oh fuck... oh that feels good." Her legs would be wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper even as she half-heartedly objected. When she felt the heat of my orgasm, it would trigger her own. I imagine her pussy clenching around me. Her mouth would be hanging open, eyes closed tightly, moaning in pleasure. Her cunt would contract around my cock, milking the cum out of me. Only after she caught her breath would she question me: "I thought you were going to pull out?" She wouldn't sound angry. I was shocked, my whole body shivered and moaned out loud. He was shocked with my reaction too and he let go of me walking back to his room. Damn.. He had just harrased me, but i am so wet down there. He broke my heart 2 years ago and i sweared that i will never ever want to have anything to do with this man anymore. I went back to the room collecting my purse and phone suggesting to him that i should leave before thing get worse. He know what he did was wrong and he apologized to me. Then he.