M.I’d arrived at the hotel just before two in the afternoon. I parked the car and just sat there, wondering what the hell I was doing. It crossed my...mind to bottle it. I could switch back on and drive away. There wouldn’t be any comebacks. But in the end I climbed out of the car, grabbed my bag from the boot and then walked into reception on jelly legs.During check-in I was sure the girl behind the counter knew why I was there. I felt so self-conscious, like I had a sign around my neck that. “Like ... Ho ... how’s this?”“Mmmmm,” he hummed. “You look delicious, are you aroused?”“Can’t you tell?” she sighed while ogling his monster organ.“Do you like my prick?” he asked while overtly thrusting his hips towards her.“Sweet Jesus,” she moaned.“Look at how long and thick it is. Do you like watching me wank, Sophie?” he whispered into his phone. “It’s almost like I’m just exposing my cock to you and you only on the street.By now Sophie had lost all of her inhibitions, his crude language. "Why are you calling me Master?" I asked her."You are the One!" she said fervently.The way her mouth embraced the words as she said them flashed me back to our encounter.I had said them; she had said them.It was impossible; I told her to forget. I put my head on the table and tried to remember exactly what I had said at the end."This was a fantasy... a wonderful fantasy."How could I have been so stupid?Miss Malone set something on the table. I raised my head and looked at it.An envelope."It has. The unrelenting weight of my own body on my arms was draining their strength. I was conscious ofthe cold air of the garage on my naked body, my exposed sides, underarms, breasts, and belly.Five minutes. At last! With growing urgency, I reached my foot for the bucket. Inadvertently, I kicked it, and it was shunted a little further away. Shit! The pain of hanging forgotten, I frantically sought the bucket again with my bare toes. I managed to hook its edge with my toe, and began to draw it.