Seeing my handcuffs, she asked, “Are you a cop?” “No,” I replied, “Hotel Security.” She slipped my suit jacket on and then loosened my tie... “You’re cute,” she remarked, slipping my tie out from my collar. The door from the bedroom opened and our senior concierge, Bob, stepped out, with a leggy blonde on each arm, each wearing nothing but a g-string. One of the hotel bellhops, a jovial short fellow named Cliff, was seated in a high back chair in the corner, a beer in hand. “Party time,” Cliff. If they were seen, she would never be allowed to see or speak to him again! Her father walked out of the master bedroom, passed them and went to the bathroom. Lucky for her they were not seen. Sophie wanted to run up the stairs and into her bedroom but Dave held tight on to her waist, making his fat cock twitch inside her tight cunt. She wanted to moan hard for him but she knew she couldn't. Dave started to slowly slide his cock in and out of her, she felt so naughty, like she could be caught. .. no, month and year at my job! I don't quite know how I got suckered into getting a job at a jail, but I do know why I was being kept there. The paycheck was nice, and in an economy such as the one that our "Great White Hope;" ex president G.W.Jr has put us in, being with out a job isn't an option. (I'm sorry to sound racist in that last statement, but sometimes the truth just falls out of my mouth when I talk; but that's not the reason that I'm writing.)I didn't want to go straight home; I. How were your classes? ME: They were fine. I’m trying to figure out this biology stuff. It’s the first class and I already suck. HITOMI: Want help studying? I can be your tutor! ME: I think I could go for that. Want to come over? HITOMI: For sure. We can talk about your payment when I get there. Cya soon! ME: Payment? She never responded to that last question. It was still pretty early in the day. It was a Saturday, and Rachel was working. I was free to do whatever I wanted, and I was.