"Come here and kneel," she said.I quickly did as I was told, happy to take a break from my work. Happierthat I was about to receive a gift.She stood a...ove me."There's something under my skirt that needs cleaning," she informed me.I craned my neck. Could smell her moistness. She had removed her pantiesand it was obvious she and Andrea had been playing while I was cleaningupstairs. Even as my tongue found her, juices were already running fromher clit. God, she tasted so good. It had been so long.. I liked girls and I knew that I liked girls. That fact didn’t keep my dick from getting hard thinking about sucking Mr. Benson’s cock. Sex was sex and sucking cock was sex.I lasted until the next day just after noon and I found myself knocking on the Benson’s door.The door opened and he smiled down at me. He pushed it further open so that I could get past him into the cool interior of his house. He locked the door and went directly to the Livingroom, dropped his pants, kicked them aside and sat. He was processed though with disgusting ease and I was infuriated all over again.When he got his room card, instead of heading for the elevators, he came and handed me the key. “Mr. Hamilton,” he said. “My name’s Greg Martin. We spoke on the phone. If you’ll let me show you to your room, I’ll explain what happened.”I looked at him warily, but took the card from him. The hotel staff were watching with some interest, so I let him lead me to the elevators. The room he brought me to was better than. I moved one hand round to grab his arse cheek, squeezing it and pushing him deep into my wet mouth, my other hand moved to his balls. I rolled them between my fingers, brushing my fingertips over them, causing his cock to twitch in my mouth. 'I don't think I will last much longer,' he whispered, 'but I so badly want to feel your sweet pussy round my cock?' He lifted his voice so I knew it was a request. I was still horny as anything and loved the thought of having this thick cock in me. I gave.