I have a hot one meeting me here in fifteen minutes." I couldn't help bragging a little.I went up to the room and made sure there was enough ice in th... Champagne bucket. Then I shaved for the second time that day and put on a clean shirt. At seven o'clock I left my room and headed for the elevators.I got to the bar just a few minutes after seven and I could see Tracy sitting at the table I had reserved. I knew from the way she was dressed that I was going to get laid. She was dressed in a short. He removed her hands slightly and bent forward to kiss on her tummy. He was so close to her crotch that he could almost smell her arousal. But he concentrated on her tummy for the moment, sticking his tongue out to lick and tease her navel.Her belly started throbbing in pleasure and he started enjoying the way she was reacting to his tongue movement. He put his tongue in good use to lick almost every single inch of her belly, making her even more desperate and horny in the process. He even bit. Her pussy was so wet, I slid my cock along it as the slut squirmed. I watched all eight inches sink into her. Fuck I love that first thrust. She does too, apparently. A stream of “fucks” and “shit!” and a few other choice words flowed out of her. It was insensible babble, really, but translated from the language “Sluttish,” it basically meant one thing: “Fuck me like you own me.” Which of course, I do. “MY fucking bitch,” I growled. She screamed again. This was probably going to either cause a. ‘Yes sir. Could you come down and I’ll explain why I want to talk to you.’ Johnny came down the ladder and looked at the young woman. Pretty little thing, he thought. ‘I never heard tell of a female reporter Miss. Thought mostly men did that job.’ ‘That’s what most people think, Mr. Burrows. I plan to prove them wrong,’ the girl said heatedly. ‘I’m Margaret Anne Dempsey,’ she introduced herself reaching out to shake hands. She had a strong handshake and looked Burrows in the eye. Margaret was.