So we decided to stay for the afternoon and to rent an umbrella with two lounge chairs. At the reception, we asked for the nearest set to the shore a...nd we were told that the closest available was a fourth row. We asked why so far back since the place seemed deserted. The cashier told us that it was deserted at this hour because people were hiding away from the burning sun, but assured us that the first three rows were booked for the whole summer. The place seemed so nice that we decided to. “Right” he said, walking to his room, obviously expecting me to follow. “Do you think I could have a glass of water?” I asked, waiting for him to answer. “Yeah” he said, getting me a glass and pouring the water into it. “So, what have you been doing lately anyways?” I asked, still shocked by his odd appearance. He thought for a moment then said “Um, nothing”. “Oh, I said, how interesting”. He smirked and itched his chin, bringing my attention to his longish beard again. “Woah” I said, “You. I felt like rolling my eyes. Instead, I snapped at him semi-playfully, ‘Don’t let it happen again!’ There it was, I had vented my frustration and he was off the hook. He knew it and I knew it. I also knew he would try something like it again- as soon as he got the chance. I was willing to over look it because I was busy eating my breakfast. Besides, I didn’t feel like fighting. I didn’t even feel much like bawling him out. He knew that I wasn’t giving in this time, and I knew that he wasn’t. She wanted him to fill her with cum. Her face was near the edge of the conference table and she felt someone’s hands pulling her head to his crotch. Patricia realized an erect cock was sticking out of his unzipped pants, awaiting her ministrations. She opened her mouth and eagerly took the hardening member in, running her tongue around the super-smooth glans, savoring the ever-so-slightly bitter flavor of precum. “Oh, yeah, good slut. Suck it.” She felt satisfaction with her ability to.