About the middle of May that spring, I got a call from Mr. Bartlett who had hosted the New Year's Eve party. He called on a Wednesday morning before I... left for work (Terri had left early that day). He said, “Bob, can you meet me this Saturday for breakfast?” I said, “Sure, Mr. Bartlett, can I ask why?” He said, “Bob, I need to tell you something about Terri, can you meet about 8:00 Saturday morning at the restaurant in the hotel by our office building?” The company owned a hotel next to their. Mo looked up at me and I mouthed, "please do it," thrusting myself against his face. He shook his head smiling and stood back allowing his friends to see me in all my glory.I looked down at the group and despite the fact that they were old men they were all rock hard. Some were playing with their cocks inside their underpants, others rubbing furiously outside. They all looked enormous and I completely forgot about the fact that I hadn't had any sexual attraction to them. I wanted them all and. ‘You made me feel like I belonged there.’ I stroked her cheek. I returned her kiss and in the same motion laid her down on the bed. Getting into the mood, she used her hands to feel around. Then with a little giggle, she broke our embrace and asked, ‘What is that long hard thing? It’s poking me in my back.’ I forgot that I had left my hockey stick on the bed. I laughed and explained to her that I use it sometimes to go to sleep. ‘I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say. I’ve heard of football. We both were nude now. She got hold of my dick.She: yaar tera mast haiMe: tereko doubt tha kya?She: mujhe nahi pata tha itana mast hogaWe got into such a position that she was stoking my manhood and I was fondling her boobs with one hand and caressing her pussy lips with otherShe was too wet down there, I first touched her clitoris, she started arching her back, and she was moving like a fish out of water, she was too hot by this time.I inserted my finger inside her; she left out a sigh.