“Yes Sir”, I told him, and I could not lie, I did love everything he was doing to me as he then pulled my head down on his cock as told me to suck...it . “Yes, you nasty whore suck my cock” he said, as he moved my head up and down while my lips surrounded his shaft. His cock as semi hard from after cumming in me, but in my mouth I could feel his hardness returning.“Get up here bitch, sit on it”, he said. I stood up and now straddled his lap as he held me. Raising my skirt as I eased myself down. I come in closer so my body is on his and I gently slip my tongue past his lips to kiss him while we slowly make love. I feel his long, hard dick between us as I ride him, his moans getting slowly louder. I make myself ease out of him and maneuver him onto his knees so I can take him from behind. I enter him again and as we sway back and forth, his heavy balls swing back and gently touch mine, intensifying my pleasure. You get behind me and I feel your kisses on my neck and shoulders. Your. During this time I struck up a conversation with the bartender. Grant was pretty friendly. He was a taller dark Italian looking guy, in his late twenties. He pointed out a few of the women that he had come to know.I told Grant what had happened to my work conferences. He reminded me that I could change flights and go home early. I thought that would be a great idea and would check in the morning. The traveling got to me. I decided to call it a night. I told Grant goodnight.He replied, “Be here. Miss! oh, Miss... see? That's my chastity sheath: it keeps my sissy clitty tucked back neatly. Yes, it looks like lace, but it feels all thick if I try to play with myself, so I can't come without permission, and sometimes it, well, it sort of pulses and strokes me- it feels so good, Miss! - But of course it always reminds me of my Mistress' ownership.No, of course I didn't want to be a maid, not even for a beautiful woman like Mistress Anne. Well, not at first, anyway. She kept me in very.