.. it’s me...”The door buzzed and I went in. The lobby screamed money, all black and gold, with lots of foliage. I took the elevator up to the 13t... floor.Demie stood in the open doorway of apartment 1304. I vaguely remembered some Asian cultures considered 4 to be an unlucky number, just like 13 in North America. What a great apartment number, Demie, I thought.As I walked into the apartment, I was taken aback. It was huge, with high vaulted ceilings and a low retro couch, loveseat, and oval. In the quiet that now shrouded me, I felt my bodydrift to sleep.I heard him stumble into the room and quickly threw his clothes on thefloor saying to himself. "Hopefully I can explain it well enough forthem tomorrow..." I just laid there and said nothing, pretending to besleeping, which wasn't far from the truth. "Why the heck isn't... ohwell, what do I care," he muttered, shaking the bed I was laying in ashe climbed in. He threw the covers over himself, pulling mine away,rolling to face the. As I got her nipples hard under her dress, I moved her to the bed and laid her down.I climbed on top of her and pressed my body to hers. My cock had never ached so desperately for release. I felt all of my blood trying to engorge my genitals, but continued to fail, causing a backup of hot pressure in my groin.I lifted the bottom of her skirt and felt her whole body tense up. I looked into her eyes. She urged me to continue, nodding and licking her lips in anxious anticipation.I lowered my head. By that time her ass was red and warm to the touch but not cut open or bleeding. Unlocking her and saying ?Over, slut!? This put her in a daze of feelings and she turned onto her sore bottom. Fyre quickly relocked the cuffs, though she would have just laid there had he told her to. The flogger smacks down on one breast and then the other, hard enough to tingle but softer, more sensual. He turns his hand and sets it to work on her slit. A light moan escapes her lips, ?Yes, Master!? Egged on by.