“I want to see you.” “Yes, Sir,” she said in a soft voice. I devoured her lithe body with my eyes. I touched every bit of...her with my gaze, admired her as I would a work of art. “Eyes down.” “Yes, Sir,” she said again. She stared at the floor. Waiting. Not moving, except to breathe. I thought I still detected a hint of a smile. She timidly offered her arms and she trembled when I fastened black leather cuffs around . Boudoir: a bedroom where a man may find himself capable of delivering his seed to a woman. Not actually the definition I would have used, but I suppose it does sum up what was happening. I wondered vaguely what would happen if in a thousand years time an Earth space ship arrived and found a smattering of English words in the vocabulary. Cue lots of careful analysis explaining that there is a clear convergent evolution towards some words; or maybe we’ll have met other worlds who will have. What the hell, I'd brought her along to give her a chance to relax and enjoy herself so why was I getting upset because she was doing just that.We had dinner and then moved to the hotel lounge to have a few drinks and to dance to the live music. The band was big into the music of the sixties and seventies and played a lot of slow tunes. After about an hour or so I got up to use the bathroom and when I finished my business and started back to our table I saw two guys standing there talking to. It was already 9 so I just had 1 hour to get ready for her arrival. I was very excited to finally meet her for the first time. I have seen her nude only in photos which she use to send. I have masturbated hundreds of times looking at her big 36 double d boobs but seeing her voluptuous body in real life would be another treat. I mean who wants to miss seeing a lady with a vitals of 36dd-30-38. So I took a quick bath and waited for her.Right around 10:06 someone knocked my door. I opened the door.