Nice perk for the end of the week, so I took a long look before I knocked.As she came to the door, sunlight from the window outlined her figure throug... the light t-shirt. Skinny, hardly any boobs at all, little hips under the stretch pants.“I have two boxes for certified receipt,” I said as she opened the screen door. She stepped out to hold the door open as I bumped the cart up inside.“Where do you want these, ma’am?” I asked politely.“In the office, I think.” She bent over to pick up the top. I jumped in and let the hot water cascade over my body. In my mind I replayed dancing with all those guys, their hands on me, watching me.As I showered my hand drifted down to my pussy. I thought of dancing with all those men. All their eyes on me. I could feel how smooth my pussy was. It felt exposed. I liked it. My fingers found my clit. With visions of masturbating in front of all those men, I brought myself to an orgasm. It wasn't really satisfying. I needed to get fucked.I dried off and. He is a very good fuck. I know because I used to fuck him. But she wasnt happy like that last week, before you knew what her job was. She hated going behind your back. Our weekend together has made a huge difference for her. You are still OK with what she does, arent you? Yes. This morning when she left for work she told me that from now on she would dress as a whore. I really wanted to fuck her before she left, but there was not time. The shower stopped. Cindy was still singing. Then we heard. "Guy called room service and ordered a porterhouse steak and an extra serving of steak fries. He also ordered two slices of toast."The toast is for you," he said. "No need to starve yourself waiting for me to feed you. I might not have to shit until tomorrow. You can't go hungry that long." Yes, Daddy," said Dawn. "What and when I eat is up to you."Their food arrived a short while later. After the waiter left, Guy set up his folding BDSM bench adjacent to the small table in the corner of the.