“What’s up?” he said.“Erm nothing, it’s just that you never said you were Scottish.” I realised how silly that sounded.“Is it a problem?... You aren‘t racist are you?” He laughed as he said it, making me feel even sillier. “No, not at all. OK, hang up, ring me back in a few minutes and we’ll forget this call ever took place.”He laughed at the suggestion then agreed.“Well, that’s a good fucking start isn’t it?” I said to myself out loud as I hung up and ended the call.So, we tried again and had a. ‘It’s not too late to back out.’ I wrapped my legs around him, urging him in. I felt the pressure of his thick cock against me and then an excruciating moment of pain as he impaled me on his shaft. He kept himself burrowed deep inside me as he started kissing my tears away. He caressed my breasts and kissed every inch of my face until the pain had ebbed away and I lifted my hips in response to our union. Soon I felt him sliding out of me, followed by a fast thrust back inside me, slamming his. Sure I love her to bits like any woman loves her mother, but after almost a week without sex I was nearly climbing the walls.I felt him beside me, his right hand creeping up underneath my skirt to caress the flesh of my thigh above my stocking,"No panties mum?" he whispered as he found my naked bottom,"No panties" I confirmed and shut the door, "Just a few dabs of perfume to make me smell nice" You always smell nice mum" he said as I leaned back against the door and smiled as he kissed me,. Mike is a bar tender at the Hilton he has two pass cards to room 1224 for Friday night. I’ll send a messenger with the card key telling Sara meet me in the bar at 7:00 and I had a room for us to spend the night. The plan is I’ll get there early and Mike is going to stash me behind the bar that has a two way mirror. When she gets there Mike (she doesn’t know him) will serve her really strong drinks I’ll text her and tell her I’m tied up at work for an hour and a half and see if she gets picked.