She turned back to me and leant across the desk.“Is she ok?” she asked in a hushed voice, “she seems to be in some sort of discomfort.”“She ...urt her bottom earlier this morning. She’s fine really.”“Oh dear, how did that happen?” she asked in the same conspiratorial whisper.Instead of answering directly I looked in the direction of Yvonne. “Maybe you would like to tell Ms Ramirez why your bottom hurts. I’m sure she’d be fascinated.”“Oh, please do. Was it some awful accident?”Yvonne swivelled in. After a couple drinks and a nice dinner, we relaxed and chatted before I told everyone I had better get back to my hotel while I could still drive. As I said good night to everyone, Brianne asked where I was staying. I told her and she asked if I minded her following me so she could see if they had any additional rooms. She knew the way, but since we had been drinking, she felt it better she follow me. She explained she didn’t want to drive down to her beach home only to have to drive back in. From there, we talked a bit about BDSM and a few other kinks. I told her that I would never suggest it to my husband because he just wouldn't understand. "He thinks that stuff only happens in porn movies, and with perverted people. He's pretty straight laced when it comes to sex, you know." Wow, I guess so. How do you deal with that?" Emma asked, as if I must have had a problem with it."Oh, I don't mind. I keep the book hidden when he is around, in case he heard about it from somewhere.". Sasha has another orgasm. Meghan tells her “Will you eat me so I can cum?”“Sure.” Meghan kneels over Sasha’s face and Sasha licks her to climax. Meghan slides down on top of Sasha and they enjoy kissing and holding each other. We hear the alarm on Meghan’s phone go off in the other room. “Damn!” She runs to the other room to turn off the phone. While she’s away, Sasha calls to her. “Do you have to be somewhere.”“No. That’s just my reminder to turn on the news. I like to watch and fantasize.