I spin around and shuffle beneath you, sitting with my back against the railing, and looking up at your glorious pussy I notice it looks a little plum...p, aroused, full. I lick my lips as I recognise that look, and think it’s probably from last night’s lovely escapades. I stretch my neck up and teasingly kiss, lick, and tickle my way up your silky thighs towards your waiting wet love nest. "HELLO, Ray!" Shocked, I look back at the door to our room expecting to be embarrassed by who you are. I press my cock on her armpit and pull the arm up tight. This is just about the perfect height for this. I pump slowly in and out, my precum and her sweat plenty to lubricate my motion. The slightest scratchiness from her stubble is almost painful, but I slide in and out anyway. I notice this was the armpit I bit into earlier, breaking the skin, leaving teeth marks and a bit of blood. I get even harder. I slap her ass with a free hand, then increase my pace fucking her armpit, holding her tight. She signal me to come near the changing room and I just went behind her and she looked around and found no one and just opened her jacket zipper till her navel and I just could not believe my eyes she had worn maroon laced bra which barely cupped marvellous breast. The sight was so mesmerizing that it took me a while to get back to reality. She closed her zipper back and went straight to the treadmill and I had a massive hard one and just went near the weight section and sent her a message that. But I knew of only one way to resolve our problems, Andrew and I. And that way wasn't exactly a professional solution, was it? It was to a point where sticking to my principles about non-involvement with clients might be hurting the project rather than helping it. I had to keep telling myself that, because otherwise, how else would I work up the courage to proposition Andrew? It looked like he had no intention of propositioning me.After lunch I asked Andrew to meet with me privately. I even.