My partner tells me to enjoy myself and to send him a picture of Ian’s cock so he can wank him self off looking at the cock that’s fucking me toni...ht, and he wishes he was there to watch me fucking, and he wants all the details tomorrow. We head to Ian’s hotel.In the hotel room Ian pours a drink and standing behind me unbuttons my blouse and removes it, letting my big tits hang free, I’m already braless from the car,I can feel his cock is already erect as he rubs it against my bum, kissing my. Sitting next to me, he ordered scotch and another of what I was drinking. We drank and, during the small talk, he said he was a patent lawyer and divorced. I tried to look at his bulge but it was well hidden. I said, “Well, your bulge isn't so bad in jeans.”He laughed and said, “You’ve looked, haven’t you?”“Of course,” I said.He drank his scotch and said, “How would you feel if I stared at your ass?”“You do,” I said but he denied it. “Uh-uh, yes you do. I see you at the gym looking through the. He smiled to himself as the skirt she was wearing rode up her legs even further.Though she blushed a little when she realized, she made no effort to pull it back down and he smiled even more, knowing that just a few weeks ago she wouldn't have even sat with her legs apart, much less left her skirt there.Her training was coming along well.As they drove, they chatted and laughed about things, until suddenly he went very quiet.She stared at him, wondering what was wrong.Finally, he said,"Did you. Adam's eyes grew wide and he instantly sobered. "How the hell did we get up here?" He looked around, recognizing Miss Sally's private bedroom."How did you know I wanted to come here?" he asked, eyeing the beautiful woman in front of him. A different kind of drunk began to wash over him. One that was anything but dulling to the senses."I used the image you seemed to want the most. This is satisfactory; isn't it?" she asked."Oh yes, but... awww hell, forget it. I've had to much to drink. You said.