He told me what color stockings to wear, garter and that I be clean and ready to fuck. After checking in, showering and douching, I waited anxiously f...or his call. The room phone rang, I answered, and he said "Ready Bitch?". "Yes, Sir, I am."It wasn't even a minute and he was coming in the door I had left cracked open. I began to say "Hi" as he walked in and he pulled a beautiful, black cock that must have been 10 inches out of his pants and said "Suck my cock, bitch" as he grabbed my hair. I. She started moaning aahh.. midly while doing massage.I started pressing her shoulder gently, running though her hands and neck. My face was close to her hair and neck. I could not resist my lust. She was enjoying my massage by giving out moans aahhh. Yesss.. feel so good karan… thanks so much… then I slowly started touching my chest towards her back and held her hands while doing massage. While doing this my arms were pressing her soft and warm boobs. She was silent for a second. My heart beat. She broke the kiss and smiled, "Careful, you are hurting my wrists..." She breathed out softly, then kissed me again. My hand moved to her shirt and I began unbuttoning it. Once again expecting resistance, she just carried on feigning resistant acne while I un buttoned her shirt to reveal a small white bra. I broke our kiss and began kissing her belly, slowly making my way up the the bra. I could hear he breathing deeply, I could smell her scent getting stronger. She was intensely turned on.I. Due to me being on the bench and with my head back, I didn’t get a chance to look at her face. I observed her for a moment before coming up with a witty comment. ‘Hah, the bad music too much too handle?’ She stopped beside the bench and looked out into the woods. Due to the only light being behind us, looking into the woods was like staring at a black wall. ‘No, not the music. More likely because, well, I don’t know. I guess I just wanted some fresh air.’ I decided to sit upright and get a.