Long, thickbrunette hair framed her lovely face and spilled acrossher shoulders and onto the front of her white hotelbathrobe. I realized that she had...a perfect view of mynaked body, and I gave some thought to quickly coveringup my crotch. Instead, I gave her my most winningsmile. What the hell: this was Italy, after all. She smiled back at me. God, that smile transformed herinstantly from merely pretty to truly beautiful. Mypenis twitched to life and quickly began to grow as Iwatched her;. Smiling she said, "I hope you don't mind but I have primed the pump for you." She gasped and moaned repeatedly as I slowly undressed at the foot of the bed. Her hands and the toy brought her to a screaming frenzy as my cock bounded from the constriction of clothing. It was standing straight up, precum glistened on the tip. Without a word Mary patted the bed beside her. I held her so tightly she almost felt as if she was melting in my grip. Still no words spoken, we kissed. Our kiss turned so. Just as I was coming toward the summit my husband uncharacteristically stopped. He rose and gave me another urgent kiss upon my lips. I responded with all the passion and love my soul could muster. I wanted that kiss to express my love and how much I will miss him over the coming week. Breaking from the kiss he firmly and quickly he turned me around, pushed me toward the bed several steps away. I was pushed over as he held my hips up. A second later he threw my skirt over my back. I heard his. What is going on? She wondered, turning toward the front door. And there stood a very familiar sight. Her Sir. Ashamed, she gathered her clothing to her chest and tried her best to hide her transgressions. “What the fuck are you doing, bitch?” he spat. “Umm … I am sorry, Sir. I was …” she knelt, as she dipped her head. “Please. It wasn’t my fault.” “What?” he growled. “Looks to me like you were a willing participant. What shall We do with you, my disobedient slave?” His use of the word “We”.