I suppose it was somewhat understandable since Abby didn’t speak Trade Speak. However, the people assisting us seemed to focus their attention on me...instead of Abby.Our bags had not arrived when there was a knock on the door. Stenn answered the door. Our visitor was a Mister Harold Charles, the Hotel Manager.“Mister Smith, it’s my privilege to welcome you to our hotel and I hope that your stay will be pleasant. If there is anything that you may need, please let a member of our staff know. He holds them to his face and takes a deep breath, inhaling my scent.“Mmm, lovely,” Bruce says as he rises to his feet.“See you in the water, Bruce!” Pam and I shout as we dart off with Bruce scurrying to remove his trunks to join us.Pam and I hit the water running, splashing each other. We swim out to where the water is just below our tits. Watching Bruce run toward us, Pam and I giggle at the sight of his stiff cock bouncing all around with each stride.When Bruce reaches us, he smiles and. My pussy clenched at the sight of her. My mind raced with thoughts of sucking on her nipples, licking the exposed skin of her torso, especially around her belly button ring. Her legs were long and lean, further enhanced by the heels she was wearing. The music had slowed, and she pulled me close to her. I couldn’t speak. Her hands explored my body, lifting my skirt for virtually everyone in the bar to see my bare ass. This was every fantasy I had ever had playing out on a dance floor. “I met. ”“Are you joking?” He asked.“No, come on,” I said as I started to jack his cock.“Okay,” he replied.I walked backward into his room and continued to jack him the whole way.I put a pillow on the bed and put my pussy on it, so my ass was sticking up in the air.“Are you sure about this?” he asked.“Yeah, but be gentle.”“When am I not?” he asked as he got the lube out of a drawer.I felt him open my ass cheeks and squeezed the cold liquid into my asshole. He pushed a finger into my asshole and it felt.