She felt on fire her clit begged for release, but he knew what he was doing, and just flicked his fingers over her womanhood. She had never before fe...lt so wanton. He asked her if they should get a room in the hotel. She answered saying if they don’t she doesn’t know what will happen there and then.The next thing she remembers is them walking through the door and her being pushed against the wall and his hands holding her tits firmly. He opened her blouse so slowly so slow she wanted him to. We certainly appreciate your generosity. Do you mind me asking what you bid for me? ”“The bidding for you stopped at $5,800. So I will write a check for that, but I might do more.”I let that comment hang in the air, but he did not elaborate.I went back to the bar and poured a second margarita as I gazed more closely at him. “So are you ready to see more?”“I am, but I’d like the pleasure of opening your sweater and removing your skirt myself.”This was new territory, but I guess there could be no. He slid his other arm down and relaxed them both on her belly, his fingertips gently pressing her panty line. Lauren sighed, but figured it wouldn’t hurt to have him enjoy her body since he didn’t enjoy what was on TV. Jack ran his hands up and down her midsection, sometimes just lightly and others with a bit of push. Any chill that Lauren had left was quickly erased by lustful friction. Slowly his pattern drew him lower and lower, eventually pushing at her panties. He pressed the strings. His thumb massaged her clit sporadically to get her over the edge. She rewarded him with her juices cascading down his chin.Like a creature on the prowl, he looked in her eyes and crawled up her body. Her hands automatically gripped each side of his waist when he thrusted into her deep and hard. The wet sound of their connection propelled him to take her faster and harder.As he felt his tiptoes dangle over the cliff of orgasm, he slowed his pace and stopped.“No Sir NO,” She pleaded as she.