I needed money and didn’t spend much time reading the document, I just signed on the dotted line. Mrs. Issacs seemed to be studying me as she mo...ved back to her desk. “Robert, we pay exceptionally well, We have young men your age making two and three thousand a week for only a few hours work. We represent La Societe de la Essonce de L’home. In English that means The Society for the Essence of Man. Our clients are known only to us and they have one common desire, they enjoy the. " Angie half screams as I steadied myself, then I clamp my hand over her mouth as I thrust into her, the pain tearing through Angie's body as the long thick hard cock pushs part way into her small tight wetness, her body going stiff with shock, with the excruciating pain. " You're hurting me. Stop!" She whimpers. I groan " UUUUUHHHH..UUUUUHHHH" as I push further into her, I feel her pussy is well lubricated. I feel a part of her liking it. I thurst hard into her driving the head of my cock. The purse swayed off my shoulder, rubbing against my side. My large breasts bounced in the light and airy dress I wore, sleeveless, a scoop neckline that showed off my lovely breasts, the skirt almost pleated as it swayed around my thighs.The concierge smiled at us. “We're friends of Betty Jones,” I purred. “She should have left hotel keys.”“Of course,” the concierge said, a discrete tone to her voice. Hotels prided themselves on this sort of discretion. I imagine she knew we were having a wild. “Would you like some wine John?” “Yes, thank you Scarlet,”She ran off to the kitchen and came back with two glasses of red wine. We both drank quickly. I stood up and walked in front of her and took the glass from her hand. I ran my hand on the side of her face and neck. My hands felt so good on her skin. I leaned in and gave her a soft kiss. She lost it. She put her hand on the back of my neck and began kissing me hard. I moved my hand from her neck to her exposed thigh. I caressed her thigh.