She said he told her "They needed to talk."I jumped in and asked her "Did he fuck you?"Well, yes, I hope you're not mad. I didn't know what to do" She... sighed.I was both upset and excited, upset that she had done it on her own and excited she had been fucked, so I just listened as she told me what had happened.He told her he had a girlfriend for making love to, what we had done was not make love but sex and fucking, "right?"She said "yes."He told her he liked the fucking, and they both wanted. We exchanged small talk, trying to avoid the obvious. His hand eventually found its way onto my bathing suit, lying atop my very hard cock. He did nothing but keep it there for some time, gently squeezing from time to time. He then turned his face towards mine and gave me a small kiss. My body felt like a fire had ignited inside of me. Our arms quickly wrapped around each other in passionate embrace. We unlocked only long enough for him to ask, ”Can I take your suit off, please?” “Yes,” I shook. My cellphone rang, Greg could not come up because of hotel security pass cards, and I needed to come down and get him in the lobby. Great, I thought, so very discreet. And it was nearly as bad as I thought because here was Stud Greg with a big fucking rolling fold up massage table. Gee, what could we be about to do?“Nervous?” he asked based on our pre-rendezvous discussion where I had answered I was a rookie to the male to male massage world. “A little”, I lied, I was near fleeing. Up in the. I tasted him. My lips closed around the dog's cock. I heard the low, contented growl, felt my owners hand on my back. “That's a good girl.” His hand stroked me, left my skin only to reach out, to touch my clit. I moaned. “Suck him.”And I did. It felt, tasted different in my mouth, But that was not where I wanted to feel it. Aching with need, with longing I let go of his cock. “Please fuck me,” I pleaded, nearly whimpering.“Get up.” The werewolf helped me to my feet, steadied me on the way to.