I watchedKaren move, her short denim skirt chafing against her bare thighs. Thecontour of her tanned legs made me gulp. Her pretty feet were cagedflir...atiously in a pair of white two-inch heel slings. Her earrings weresmall but long and dangly. She was beautiful in a long, lanky sort of way,with sensual lips, and small firm breasts tight inside her top. Thosebeautiful lips broke a soft smile now as she looked down at me."How long you been doing this?" she asked.Still embarrassed, I shrugged.. Go ahead. I'll order," I replied.Twenty minutes later the food arrived. I knocked on the bathroom door."Taylor? Dinner's here, whenever you're ready," I said.The door opened and Taylor walked out dressed in only a towel. That's when I got the shock of my life. Taylor Hughes was a Taylor Swift, not a Taylor Hicks. Oh shit! Her hair was golden-blonde, curly and half way down her back. She had nice curves and smallish breasts."You're a girl!" I stammered."Yes I am," she said matter of factly."And. Her muffled screams were like music in my ears as stroke after stroke turned her lily white bum bright red.Around the 12th stroke the belt slipped across her right cheek and smashed into the soft flesh of her left crack and inner thy. She howled out in agony. Her back shot up from the mattress and she threw her hands around her backside.The next two strokes landed square across her soft nipples and she threw her chest back down on the mattress.As the final stroke landed she was hoarse from. I smirk. “Wouldn’t it be fun to go at it, right here, where anybody could see us?”“Or, we could go back to the room and go all out,” you say.I kiss you again, then stand up and reach my hand out.“I’d like that.”I shoot hungry glances at you as we walk. I see a glint in your eye as if you know what’s coming. My mind is already racing, thinking of what I’m going to do to you.The elevator door closes. I pull you in and kiss you hard, putting my hand up your shirt and feeling your abs. You bite my.