We had a couple of drinks over a decent dinner and then headed up to the room. What entered and stood their staring. "I swear it was supposed to have ...ouble beds!" He laughed and said, "No worries, buddy. I don't snore either." "Go and freshen up first if you want. I should let my office know and do some rescheduling." He put his bag down, pulled off his sport coat and turning unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it and the undershirt off also. In the bathroom mirror I got a glimpse of his muscled. Following his instructions she couldn’t help but find herself feeling more and more pleasure in her own body as her lips, mouth, and then throat worshipped his throbbing manhood. She was very wet now and juice began to run down her thighs. Sensing this, he commanded her to stop and withdrew, his own cock twitching in excitement. ‘Would you like me to enter you slave?’ ‘Yes. Yes, Master. Yes, please,’ The words were alien to her as she heard them yet also seemed to define her very being. ‘One. She suddenly pressed her knees tight together and leaned forwards as if she had some kind of stomach cramp then started writhing around and her hand went to her crotch as she tried to stop what was happening but there was nothing she could do and I just smiled as I watched her, her eyes now screwed up tight, she threw back her head, her neck taught as she started trying to rub herself through her skirt. The skirt was too tight and she couldn’t get to her pussy and looking at all the faces. When my orgasm hit, it caught us both by surprise. My body tensed, my hips rose off the bed, my toes curled and I convulsed in ecstasy. When I finally stopped shuddering and opened my eyes, Brandy was looking down at me in wonder with thick ropes of saliva dripping off her chin. My chest was flushed and heaving and wet with sweat and spittle. I wanted to pull Brandy to me and kiss her until the rapture consumed us both. But I was panting too hard to kiss and in the afterglow that was gathering.