She was far from my type, but I didn’t want to give her any room to doubt my interest. My hand squeezed her thick thigh as I unsuccessfully tried to...slip under her skirt.“Can I tell you something?” I whispered when we broke to breathe. “What I loved the most was when she would smother me—with her breasts, her ass, or her pussy.” I wanted Kathy to think this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to fulfill a fantasy.“I never—” she started, but I interrupted.“Never thought about it, never wanted. He said he was bored and saw me out here and was just being curious. I showed him the projects and explained my plans. He loved what I was planning and asked if he could pay me to do something like that for him. I said sure and we sat and planned his project and had a few beers. We got along great and drank into the evening. My wife was working late again and she worked 2nd shift so I had all night basically free. Around 11 we noticed how late it was and he asked if I needed to call it a. They don't normally dress like tarts or behave like them until they are made to." What do you mean?" Well, the women - sometimes they have their husbands with them - would turn up at the hotel on their own. You know not with Harcourt and his crowd. They even pay for their own rooms. Then when those four and their associates turn up the women would be sent to whoever wanted them. One night I heard one of Harcourt's men order one woman to strip naked in the bar and then he had some other woman's. I took a sip of the beer and casually rested the bottom of the bottle on my mound while I held it. The cold wetness felt too good for me to resist any longer, and holding the bottle by the neck, I it let slip down between my legs. I let one knee fall to the side on the floor (unconsciously, but in retrospect purposefully to the side Charlie was sitting on, so he could see what I was doing). I spread my legs even further, and I pulled the bottle into my crotch. I couldn’t help but think that.