The first girl unfastened her jeans, very slowly, as she moved her hips to some silent music only she heard. Her hips gyrated back and forth like a be...ly dancer. My cock started to throb.As she was moving around, she put her thumbs in the sides of her jeans and, as her hips moved side to side, she lowered her jeans just a little each time she moved. When they cleared her hips, I saw she was wearing a black thong that rode low on her hips with a slim piece of material that disappeared between. You were old enough to runaway from your home just because you were brainwashed into some fucked up propaganda, so you are old enough to take my cock." I grabbed her waist and began pummeling her from behind. I could hear her sobbing as I thrust in her. I showed no mercy as I abused her.I suddenly pulled out of her and I heard her prematurely breathe a sigh of relief. I climbed off her as she curled up crying.I returned to the dresser where I had stowed my clothes and looked in the bottom. Recalling his tongue darting into her cunt.Suddenly Richard reached out and grabbed her arm. She hadn't felt anything however she was about to fall out of her chair. "Are you okay, beautiful? No more drinks for you. Can you walk?" I think so. Why?" Come on," said Richard standing and holding out his hand. "You need some air."He walked her to the nearest exit and they went out on deck. The cool salty breeze of Mission bay, touched her face in an affectionate manner, as she breathed the musky air. ‘I’m just so excited, that it don’t take three hours to get here,’ I say sarcastically. ‘Sometimes I worry about you, boss,’ she says as she shakes her head at me. We laugh, then grab our bags and head into the hotel. I’m carrying her suitcase (which feels like thousand pounds) and mine, as she’s carrying my suit bag, keeping them from getting wrinkled. As we approach the receptionist, she gives us a big grin and starts in on her greeting, ‘Hello, and welcome to the Asheville Marriott, we have.