As she sipped her drink, I noticed her long wavy dark hair, beautiful black skin, full lips, and large breasts pushing through her silky blouse. Watc...ing her sit there very seductively in a tight micro mini skirt, I found myself wondering if she was wearing underwear. I looked over at my boyfriend, Jack, and decided he was very definitely wondering the same thing, too.After a few more drinks, it was obvious that Monique and I were sexually attracted to each other and judging by the obvious. ’ ‘Thanks,’ I said, woodenly. My parents were fine and I certainly hadn’t requested a transfer. Had Michael arranged this – somehow? But that wasn’t possible. Arranging transfers took time and transferring out of Guantanamo was a big deal. And he hadn’t even known when I was arriving, I’d had no interest in leaving a paper trail with Navy personnel. ‘Enjoy your stay,’ he said. He handed me a base map with my future lodgings circled. I nodded and hiked out again. When I settled I sent Michael. She laughs as she watches the cum spasm from my ruined orgasm into my open, willing mouth and splatters on my face. Mistress purrs with delight as she milks the last several drops into my open mouth and asks, “Do you like it as much as I liked swallowing all those other men’s loads?” She laughs again and whispers in my ear, “That re-stiffening of my cock tells me what turned you on more. You like to hear about me sucking other men’s cocks don’t you?” I nod as I finish swallowing and Mistress. Still wrapped in the towel she had brought from home, because hotel towels never seemed large enough to wrap her large frame in, she stood before the mirror and stared solemnly at her reflection. She had an oval face, high cheekbones and dimples in her cheeks, even when she was not smiling. Her lips were full, as were her breasts, though they were no longer perky. The dark brown areoles contrasted lushly with the milk-in-coffee color of her skin, and she smoothed a hand over them, feeling.