He sighed, finished his martini, went into the bathroom in his master bedroom and took a shower himself.He returned to the sitting room and found her ...itting in the couch. She was wearing a big shirt.She smiled at him. "I didn't take any of the nice looking garments he bought me," she said."It looks very nice on you," he said, "Do you want a drink?" A room is already a lot," she said."This is not a hotel, you're my guest here. Do you want a drink?"Debbie gave him another smile. "Whatever you're. She sat down on the couch, and set her briefcase on the floor."Would you like some coffee, ma'am?"I was still awed by this woman's beauty. I caught myself staring at the soft alabaster skin on her face, and when she glanced up at me, I pretended to be looking elsewhere. I wondered if she had caught me staring. I hoped not."Yes, please... that would be marvelous. And please call me Monique."I went to prepare her a cup of coffee. I thought that I saw her tongue linger on her upper lip for a. After knocking on the door I heard foot steps and the door opened. With the door opened I was faced with a good looking guy of about thirty years old. The guy in front of me quickly introduced himself as Kyle and welcomed me in. Kyle led me through the house to the kitchen where he was making last minute preparations. As we entered the kitchen Kyle began to introduce me to the other ‘waiter’ Martin who was already in his uniform, a tiny black speedo, and nothing else. Before Kyle could say my. He tried to calm himself, thinking he didn't need any more pussy after that session with the woman in the kitchen. He had brought her to a pair of gasping climaxes and ejaculated five or six ropes of his thick cream in her while he mauled her generous jugs and humped her feet right off the floor, rearing her up on his rigid tool.He mowed around the patio trying to ignore the lovely young female who sat here in almost nothing, her mass of pale hair in disarray and her groin absolutely hairless,.