Then, a knock on the door. But it wasn't just a knock, it was more of a pounding, the loud sound startled both of us. She continue to lay in bed as I ...nswer the door. To my surprise, a tall muscular man that I had never seen before was standing right in the doorway. Just as I'm about to tell him he had the wrong room, I hear Kent's voice saying "hey man, this is my buddy Conner". Conner gives a shit eatin' grin but doesn't say a word. Emma heard our conversation at the door and tried to cover. She held on for a moment more and then she broke. ?Oh God yes.? she said. ?I want you to fuck me. I want your cock. Please.?That was I wanted to hear. I relaxed my grip, turned her to me and kissed her nipples to soothe them, running my tongue over them. My other hand went to her pussy and found her wet and ready.I let go of her and stepped back. She could still see me in the mirror as I kicked off my shoes and socks, unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall. I skinned down my pants and shorts and. Jones escorted her back to the same hotel room. She notedthe bed had been remade and a bottle of champagne had been opened and lefton ice. If Mr. Smith had been Sixty Mr. Jones was his older brother. He poured themeach a glass of champagne and sat and watched as she sipped hers while sittingon the edge of the bed. When she had finished he began to instruct her on whathe wanted her to do. Again she had obeyed his every wish standing and slowlydropping her dress to the floor. She climbed on the. I swallowed her scream as a magnificent orgasm rocked through her. It had been intensified when she felt my cumming into her.Slowly her body calmed down and I broke the kiss. She was still breathing hard when she asked, “Is it,, always,, that,, good?” In response I said, “Only with grown men. Most boys just care about getting themselves off. There are even some young adult men who are that way. When you find a good one stay with him.” (I had every intention of being that someone.) My new job.