Grimacing, I pulled my hair back and looped it in a rough coif in the back. But it wasn’t just my head; my throat, pussy, and asshole were also sore...as hell. As I walked into the living room, another memory exploded in my mind… four men.*************On my knees on the thick carpet in the main room of the hotel suite, grasping the pile like a wild cat with claws, straddling one man. His blue eyes—just like mine—were staring eagerly up at me. He had his cock in my pussy and I was wildly riding. “My dear Rose, I long to see you, to touch you, and especially to taste you. I can only imagine the sweetness of your lips, the delicious flavor of your skin. I long for it. My entire body quivers in anticipation of the time that I can explore you with my tongue. I want to start with your mouth, running my tongue around your lips, sucking on the tip of your tongue before stroking it with mine. I want to kiss your neck, taking in your scent and your wonderful taste from your ear down your neck. As I stood there observing, the dais was cleared as a padded saw horse was brought forward. Mistress Dee took a seat with another of the couples. She seemed to be enjoying their attention while they all watched what may be interesting on the dais. The leather clad couple placed the saw horse the way they wanted it, with completed disregard for where I was standing. Pushing and bumping causing me to work extra hard at maintain my balance. My cock suffering as the bungie cord taut and. For a moment, he felt useless and empty. Then, he realized how important she was to him. He reached out and gently touched her cheek. Reflexively, her face assumed a startled expression which was quickly replaced by a quizzical look. “I didn’t want to offend you,” he said, drowning in her green eyes. “I still flinch when someone touches me unexpectedly. Immobility makes me feel vulnerable.” “I will never do that again. I sympathize with your predicament.” “Yes, I am to be pitied. The poor.