Although single I never was one of those girls who would go out and fuck for sexual relief. When it came to actually getting intimate with another per...on I just had to have an emotional attachment to that individual.So there I was left in my hotel room with only my fingers to please me. Although my fingers have gotten me through tough times before I had a need that needed deep fulfillment. I needed to scratch an itch that my fingers just couldn't reach. The frustration was driving me out of my. "She had more than a few dildos and none of them were small. They varied from the thickness of my wrist to something more resembling a two liter soda bottle than anything else. This one had a fat, bulbous head and evenly spaced ridges around the shaft, like donuts made of soft, firm rubber. I had enough experience to recognize the sensations and that helped. I knew I could take it and after a few minutes would even begin to enjoy the constant pinch of my vagina being so unnaturally. Flint sits in the corner, waiting patiently. "Flint...here boy!" He whispers loudly. Flint growls and falls silent as light beams in through an opening door. "I see you're awake." The young man smiles, his thin naked shape a shadow which casts over Chad. "Let me go, you sick bastard." Chad snaps, Flint growls loudly. Not at the man, but at Chad. The man walks over and climbs on top of him, his back against Chad's cock, bouncing slowly. "You like this don't you. I can tell." The man raises. “Peggy, you are much more beautiful than I expected. Andy, you are a lucky man.”His use of our first names, in the diminutive, was a surprise. It was as if he had done research on us in advance of this meeting.The atmosphere in the room was thick. Vito was obviously calling the shots, and I really didn’t know what to do or say. I didn’t believe pleading and appealing to his sense of mercy would get me anywhere. I took the easy way out by keeping my mouth shut and hopeing for the best.Vito.