A female voice answered, “How may I help you, Sir. I’m sorry, but I didn’t get your name. My name is Hana Goldstein.”“Good morning, Ms. Gold...stein. My name is Brad Johnson with the Mooney Corporation. My offices are in LA, although I’m calling from Honolulu right now.”Ms. Goldstein excitedly interrupted, “I know who you are. You’re the guy who has turned the real estate market out there on its ear. Several of my relatives work for you in your offices. I’m a Foxworth, you see, but married an. We remained immensely respectful of each other. It was erotically charged, but completely safe and well "held" by the organisers. I found myself, three times, holding a beautiful woman in my arms, naked and gentle moving against me, as she felt the space, felt the touch of others or the sounds of the dark room. Without any words spoken she guided me to hold her where she would gain most pleasure from the encounter. We breathed together - and in one case, with just my hold and our breathe, she. She started gagging on my cock while I stood straight and playing with her boobs over her t-shirt.I then bent and took off her t-shirt and damn those juicy melons were out in front of me even though still trapped inside a sexy black bra. That view of her boobs was so soothing. She was stroking my cock hard and playing with my balls while pressing them hard at times to delay me cumming. I was enjoying the pain cause the pleasure was overwhelming. She was stroking my cock fiercely and I was. I fluttered my tongue against it and she let out a wavering moan. I did it again and she cried out. Her slit pulsed against my chin while she arched her back until she finally collapsed.“Fuck,” she murmured. “I think I’m dead.”“I think my brother heard you next door,” I said as I crawled up her torso.She grinned at me and moved a few strands of hair off my face. “I think you make a better Collen than Collen does.”That made me chuckle when I reached the pillow. I collapsed half on top of her.