She really was tired, and she was getting a little hungry, too.She dried her hair, then pulled on a pair of bermudas and a "Save the Whales" T-shirt a...couple of sizes too large, and set off for the restaurant. She wondered a little if that would be a little underdressed for the restaurant, but realized that at a traveler's motel in this part of the country, it wouldn't really matter a whole lot.The restaurant was nearly empty; a sign at the entrance said, "Please seat yourself." She did, over. “Yes. Let me decide how to make you cum.”She was staring into his eyes now; not just into his eyes but also into his soul. “Let me decide”“I-in what way?”“Let me do whatever I want with you.”“I’m scared Annie.”“I know you are but you’re also very aroused, aren’t you?” she said rubbing a finger over the pre-cum that was forming on the tip of his cock.Larry nodded as she held his erection tightly and began to guide him into the hallway. Moments later they were back inside her bedroom. He stood. After a couple of minutes the door to the cubicle next to me opened then closed and the lock turned, there was a few seconds of silence before a voice suddenly tutted and sighed and then someone commented on the graffiti in front of him and its content, something about ringing for blowjobs and a couple of dates to hook up with guys. The voice I recognised instantly though as Ian, the guy I usually chat to. Being slightly curious I leant over and carefully went to peer through the hole in the. "Who are you?" Omar asked tentatively, his voice trembling with excitement."Calm yourself Omar, my faithful servant," Pedro told him in a low voice, still speaking Portuguese, "and do not cry out. I do not want the guards knowing it is me."Omar did not cry out but he did gasp aloud and stand opened mouth for a moment or two. As he did Pedro took the man by the arm and he guided Omar a few more steps away from the gate and the hearing of prying ears."But Master," Omar muttered a few seconds.