I moved my lips to his ear and nibbled on his lobe, which made his knees buckle as he gasped. "Are you sure you have to leave today?" I whispered."Tha...'s not fair!" he hissed."You're right." I slipped my tongue into the folds on his ear which made him tighten his grip. "I'm going to burn breakfast if you don't go sit down," I whispered again in his ear. I felt goosebumps raise along his neck and cheeks."This is going to be a long couple of months." He stepped back and reluctantly let go of me.. Finally he stopped, then hooked both her legs with his arms and lifted them onto his shoulders. Now she was really at his mercy and he resumed fucking her. Somehow that position made it easier for her and his cock was soon all the way into her. It was incredible to see his big black balls slapping against my wife’s ass. Now Marcel started taking really long thrusts in and out of her pussy. He would withdraw to the point that I could see part of his cock head before he’d push back all the way. After minutes of hesitation she had walked through the brass and glass revolving doors. She knew she must look shabby in her rain soaked coat and dripping hair. But she had decided not to follow the door full circle and back out again. She had decided to walk across the shining marble floor to the night reception. She had asked the pimple faced receptionist the suite number of miss Angelique Jonckers. And then she had walked over to the elevator.The cotton candy muzak drifted on air-conditioned. Not as sexy as the day before but makeup she could wear most anywhere, refined but youthful. Paula then selected some underwear a white satin and lace bra and panty set, a camisole, half-slip and pantyhose and dressed and carefully folded her sleepwear. Paula then put on a Kelly green rayon blouse and a navy cotton pencil skirt with a small kick pleat in the back that came to 2-inches above her knee and a pair of navy pumps with a 3-inch heel. The skirt was tight at the hem and limited her.