Darkness. Milf sex That was just it: I loved these men. “This is the one I’ve had my eye on for a while, and I’m excited to show her off for you. “Alright gentlemen, we have a new girl for you tonight.”
A new girl? And for the first time in my life, I could be honest about it: I love humiliation. My tits were mushed in that tiny micro-tee he made me wear. And then, finally, the moans of one last orgasm, in the early morning hours. More dick! I was more sensitive than I had ever been. “None of these men will tell a soul if you don’t want them to. Silence, but for my breath, heavy now. “Remember?”
“Uh, yeah.”
It wasn’t enough. He reached out a hand. I could feel my pussy throbbing. My arrival must have been an interesting sight for patrons of a five-star hotel bar. “Doesn’t this feel right,” it pondered, “more like you than anything?”
“What do you mean, Sir?”
“Look back on your life.
