This guy (wich I am going to call him Mr Z) was a tall, white, handsome 45 years old man; grey hair, in a good shape, beautiful blue eyes and great sm...le.My guy and I drove to an hotel around 11 am two days ago, we started right away with me sucking him..something he really loves..licking his balls, he licked my pussy for a bit. Then he just put me on my knees and started fucking me real hard, calling me his dirty slut (something I asked him to do it)...playing, you know. Around 1 pm, he called. Loren sprinkled pepper on his pate. "It is good this way." That was an excellent dinner," Loren remarked as he walked with Abrielle and Nicole."Would you care to come up for some after-dinner conversation?" she asked."I'd love to." My place is a couple of blocks past the Community Center." I remember." Nicole began to drag behind again. "Nicole," Loren said, "would you like another ride on my shoulders?" Oui!" she exclaimed. Loren picked her up and set her on his shoulders."How easily you carry. .. Wouldn’t ... I’d never...”I’d flummoxed her cognitive process with the invitation. I could tell part of her strongly wanted to come, she was really curious, and then she was being besieged with moral principles of the perceived masses.I teased further but laughed, “You have my contact information. You can let me know if you’re interested. Personally, I recommend it. You’d have fun, and I’d have fun being your mentor for the first couple of sessions.” I tried not to sound like I had lechery. I didn't find out what they were talking about until we were on our way home."Out, you two," Suzanne said, adding that coffee would be served in the sunroom. She put everything else on a tray and had me carry it to the kitchen where she put me to work loading the dishwasher while she stored the leftovers and cut small slices of cheesecake.I pulled Cynthia next to me on the loveseat, knowing I would have to eat her cheesecake.John wanted to know what I hoped to accomplish in Denver. I told him.