He started texting me about how he wish he could get laid. I texted him back saying I could get him laid if he came over. He agreed and said he would ...ome over. He knocked at the door and I let him in. We went and sat in the living room. He started asking me about how he was gonna get laid. I started telling him I had the best sex of my life, and I can have it whenever I want. He looked at me and laughed, He said how is that possible. I pointed at the dogs laying down and he laughed. He said. And it will not be too expensive. You have come to the right man." I--I didn't mean that kind of woman," Kevin quickly corrected. "I mean a woman that was registered here at your hotel. A young American one."Shalla's grin suddenly faded as the recognition flickered through his mind. He suddenly recalled the cable the American girl had sent to Paris. This was her husband! Panic seized him for a moment as thoughts of the police following close behind came to him. He had sudden frightening. Christina gripped the arms of the chair and her fingers dug into the padding. She dropped the script and closed her eyes as she moaned. Her thighs rubbed together as she worked her vaginal muscles back and forth in pleasure.Christina's body stiffened and she suddenly arched up in her chair. Her chest thrust outward and her hips humped back and forth on the seat. Her head jerked back and she shouted out as she climaxed."OH God! UUUNNGGHH! YESS! AAAGGH!" Her hands shot up and cupped her heaving. I raised my head, hungrily, eagerly, licking out again with my tongue, feeling for Mistress D. sweet cock that I so desperately needed to taste, to have in my mouth, to make hard as she commanded.I felt Mistress D, push down into my wide open, ravenously hungry, mouth."That's it, you love that don't you, slave? I know you love being restrained down here in my dungeon while I am upstairs going about my business, ignoring you until I decide to use you. Your fate totally in my hands while you wait.