"Matt, this is so nice. This is the first time you have ever done that." I said nothing and moved my lips to her pussy lips and began to lick them. ... She gasped, and opened her legs wide. I now moved to her clit, and began to massage it with my tongue. "God, Matt, why have'nt you been doing this before?" I said nothing, content that I was eating some good clean pussy and that Heather thought I was her husband. After a few minutes, I could tell Heather was about to have an orgasm. I sped. He was processed though with disgusting ease and I was infuriated all over again.When he got his room card, instead of heading for the elevators, he came and handed me the key. “Mr. Hamilton,” he said. “My name’s Greg Martin. We spoke on the phone. If you’ll let me show you to your room, I’ll explain what happened.”I looked at him warily, but took the card from him. The hotel staff were watching with some interest, so I let him lead me to the elevators. The room he brought me to was better than. Talk about a way to really screw up a vacation, this led the pack. By the time I recovered sufficiently to step outside, she was long gone. I went to the office, but they did not have her registered. There was no video of her car arriving or departing, yet she had certainly been here, and she was certainly gone now. And she was right; I didn't know her name.I spent most of that day trying to accomplish what she said she had done to find me. I first called my office, but through the customer. He looked at her and saw the pale ivory body before him with its patch of dark pubic hair, her breasts proudly lifting as she nervously panted. Her nipples were hard, pointing, a deep blood red in the moonlight. He stepped closer and she felt the roughness of his cotton shirt pressing against the soft skin of her naked breasts. His hand cupped a breast, the other holding his cock and nudging the end of it between her open thighs. He stooped slightly and rubbed the blunt knob end on her clit and.