Sal, the exotic apparel peddler from Chicago was still asleep on the floor after having reamed my gender bending asshole for a good ten minutes. She a...d Sal had returned to the motel early from their evening out. They found me flouncing around in some of their merchandise, specifically, a camisole, silk panties with belt, stockings and white stiletto high-heels. I had become increasingly aroused the longer I wore that stuff and when the door of the adjoining room flew open my hard cock was. My orgasm was building nicely and the feel of his cock in my cunt was having a real effect. It wasn’t just his cock. It was my mind telling me who was inside me. He was going to fill me with his spunk and I wanted all of it.Secretly, I knew that I would also scoop out his spunk once he had finished; sucking it into my mouth on my fingers, not a drop wasted. I was so hungry to have everything of him inside me that whatever I did, didn’t matter.I let my head fall backwards as my orgasm started to. However, when she brushed her fingertips across the nearest panel, the drawer opened with a feint whooshing sound. “Interesting spell design.” She mumbled aloud. The drawer she had opened contained a stack of neatly folded red and black shirts. Pulling the top one off of the stack, she unfolded it and examined it more closely. She did not recognize the material it was made out of or the style of the pattern. The top of the shoulder area was black with a slightly raised collar. From the. I unhooked her bra and it hung from her neck.Once her breasts were bare, I began touching, sucking, and nibbling on each one. The impact was showing on Brittany as she squirmed and moaned almost uncontrollably. I continued until I thought she would fall out of the chair and then I abruptly stopped. “I will be back in a few minutes,” and I walked away. I only went to the other side of the room and I stood and watched her. She was pulling at the scarf trying to get her hands freed but could not.