It was a faily quiet week in my small conservative town. After work one day, I checked my AFF account and saw I had a new message from a couple. Since...there was very little action in my town on AFF, I moved my AFF location to Vegas (which was only a few hours drive). The couple had seen my profile and was interested in meeting me in Vegas in a few weeks. From their pictures, they both appeared in their mid 20's. He was white and she was Asian. They were from the bay area. After a few exchanged. He approached her from behind as she sat in the chair. She felt his despicable presence behind her long before his hand brushed across her barred shoulders. It was beyond her control the shudder that raced through her body. But it wasn’t a shudder of fear, it was one of revulsion. Torquemada, sadly, mistook it for one of fear. He grinned an evil grin behind her back and licked his lips in anticipation of the torment that he would soon heap upon her person. ‘Ah, my lovely senorita, you and I. I was a little embarrassed and ashamed but also aroused as I realized that everyone at church already thought of me as his boyfriend. He was definitely wearing the pants in this situation. My eyes teared up again as his cum hit the back of my mouth and I felt it ooze down my throat. He turned off the water, helped me to my feet and gently wrapped me in a towel, as though it was a dress. Then he looked into eyes and held me in his arms as though I was a woman. Gentle kisses followed and I. She was acting like a silly teenager with a crush.Cris took one big swig of her whiskey to kill the glass and felt the warmth travel down her spine, spread to her fingertips and....other places. Sitting the glass down on her desk, Cris turned away from the glass finally and headed for the stairs. By the time she made it down the stairs, Red was no longer by the bar. Red. Yeah that’s what I’ll call her. Cris looked every which way, scanned every face to find her again and when she did her.