It was just a "cute" kiss at first but then it gradually become more heated and passionate. Soon our tounges were dancing and exploring each other's ...ouths. Then Megan broke the kiss, looked into my eyes and chuckled."A little cold in here for this, don't you think?" she joked."Well if you're cold, I know what will warm you up," I slyly said back to her."You're such a dork," she laughed.With that, we began to kiss again and this time both us starting rubbing each other. Her hands moved up. She was dressed half-way between a business suit and a cocktailoutfit. Too dressy for a bank or corporate, but not out of place in thislittle hotel. Everything seemed a little too tight on her swellingfigure.Suddenly, he realized he was staring at her, checking her out. There wassomething strangely familiar about his woman, he just couldn't place it.In the dim light of the bar he was scanning her hair, her clothes to seeif he could make some connection. As he looked again at that paintedface,. Shortly, this wore off, and I turned to look at him, but he was not there. I was in a round room made entirely of stone blocks about the size of my head, and which were uniformly a dark gray in color. The room appeared too big to have no ceiling supports of any kind, which made me instantly uneasy. Then I noticed that there was a stairway down and a door almost directly across from me on the wall, and he was standing near it, waiting. ‘Well, come on!’ said the man with a hint of impatience. I. “Yes. Over your panties is fine.”He was right. If I couldn’t do it here, how could I do it in front of a group of people? I parted my legs slowly, lowered my hand and ran my fingers up and down the length of my slit.I wasn’t wet, but there was a slight warmth beginning to swirl. Daniel moved, taking more photos and I began to tune him out as my fingers touched over the spots that gave the most pleasure.I heard a voice, soft and muffled like through a mist. “Slip your fingers inside your.