At the time, she was so livid that he breached her trust like that, that she nearly stopped fucking the stranger in her bed to march over to his room ...o give him a piece of her mind. But instead, right at that moment, the thought of his voyeurism made her cum harder than she could have imagined.At five feet, nine inches, Mateo was shorter than most of the guys she liked but taller than the women she went after. He had a beautiful shade of terracotta skin and jet black shaggy hair. He was never. When it was time to change my slop pail, the door had to be opened. I was always directed to stand against the back wall. Two men would be present and Maria opened the door for the exchange. It was she who retrieved the pail. It was a week into my being here when they came to pick it out before I said anything. I directed my gaze toward her. "The fun part of being a captor."Her face flushed. "Maybe no, and I have to look at your ugly butt. But then I'm out here and you are in there." She then. Blushing she squatted down. Shebecame even more nervous when she saw a couple walking into the bar, herMistress just waved at them, and the couple continued, on their way. Onceshe was done her Mistress jerked the chain. "Up cunt," she heard and shestood up. She blushed and adjusted her skirt, her cock clearly rock hardunder the bare scrap of material. She moaned as she felt herself pressedhard against the bike, soon after she felt her owner's hand on her cock."Your car's been taken to a. "Sure...why not." she said with a smile. We made our way to the hotel and went inside. "I could use a drink how about you?" she asked. "I could drink." I answeredWe made our way to the Hotel Bar and after a few drinks and small talk we rode the elevator together. "What floor are you on?" I asked. "I'm on 16...and you?" she asked. "Oh yeah 23." I said pushing the buttons marked 16 and 23. The Elevator climbed up the building stopping on 16. The doors opened with a "ding" and she stepped off..