" Then you're in a grand suite, with two beds?"I decided to clarify things, so I stepped in. "We are in a junior suite. Just one bed. I am a dom, and ...they are my subs." This I said in a low voice.Andrew's eyes were opened wide. "Gotcha. I understand."It was our turn to check in, so we walked away from them. As I was, I heard Rebecca say, "What does that mean? Tell me!" I'll tell you later," said Andrew.Checking in consisted of showing our passports, and the reservation we had printed out on our. We had been to a show and returned to hotel bar. We had had a few drinks already and i had been telling her all night how sexy she looked and couldnt wait to fuck her brains out when we got back. She had a white shiny vesy top on tucked into a black knee high skirt with a black jacket on that came just below her ass with the standard high heels. Drinking more in the bar i noticed a couple of men sat on a table looking over at her quite a lot which i loved. I pointed it out to her several times. I just looked at her bare arse and wet pussy, touching it every now and then.My cock was rampant inside my jeans and I mean rampant. I stopped touching her and unbuckled my belt. I unzipped my jeans very slowly, trying to look around her swaying body to see if she was smiling. I wanted her to look around at me but she didn’t. I could hear her sigh to herself as she heard the zip. I let my jeans drop to the floor and pulled my pants down with them immediately afterwards.I stood behind her with. ”“You want more?” She teased.“Always. I thought you knew that.”“Okay, but I want a shower first.” She jumped off me and ran to the bathroom, or started too. She’d forgotten the weights, and when the one on her clit banged into her she had to stop. She clutched her crotch and tits and moaned. Then she walked very carefully into the bathroom. When she finished she stood up and asked me to help her get the weights off. I was only too happy to do that.While I was at the toilet she.