I could hear Roger saying how fucking hot that was from off to the side of the room. Paul slowly pulled his finger from my tight, young ass and an une...pected, empty feeling took its place. As if my body wanted him in me. Like an artist pushing his thumb into a lump of clay, there is left a void, but in my case that void would be short lived.I thought that maybe it was over at that point, but looking back, I really should have known better. Roger and Paul had more plans in store for me. He told her that when they were younger they did enjoy making love but they hadn’t done so for a number of years now. Jackie asked him if Henrietta ever gave him a hand job or a blow job. Poor old Henry’s face was a picture, but he did man-up and admit that sadly no, she never helped him out in that way, and also he’d never had a blow job in his entire life. Oh God I thought, I certainly don’t want to be party to this so I decided to make my excuses and leave them to it. I made my way upstairs. I went on rubbing, fiddling, fingering, caressing, pressing and squeezing her boobs. She shifted her eyes between my face and towards other passengers sleeping on berths.Now, my mind was burning with the desire to suck her boobs. I expressed that to her in whisper. She adjusted her sitting position with her legs folded on the berth. I kept my head resting on her lap. She bent further forward touching her left breast on my face. I allowed her breast to run on my face. A faint smell of a. Far from thinking about work, this innocent little chit had only distracted me from it. "I researched everything you need on the Mittals, Sir," she was saying now, "I've put in everything into a file, and emailed it to you - what they've built, their contractors, their controversies, upcoming projects - anything you might need to complete the deal today. The Hotel has been in great loss, but Mr. Mittal might still try to worm too much money out of you sir. For that…" I eyed my precious little.