When I enter the room you turn and face me and my cock instantly starts in my pants at the sight of you. You look totally ravishing. A slut, yes, but ... classy and delicious one all the same. I hesitate a moment as what I have in store for my cumslut is far from classy – in fact, it is downright dirty and vulgar – and I could really do with a blow-job there and then in the hotel room; but I continue with my plan for you. I make you turn several times for me, my cock hardening at the sight of. Just after 10, and I was about to try again, when I heard her door close next door. I waited another 5 minutes before I got up and started heading to her door. But, she beat me to it, and came into my room. She looked okay, but had a serious look on her face.“Brandon… We need to talk.” ……….. “Yes, we do Mary. You scared the hell out of me.”I pretty much figured she was going to say this was a big mistake, and maybe she was right. I hope not. But, I would just accept whatever she said and move. . realistically, when you haven't experienced anything like it. I guess you just let your imagination go, right?" "Yeah, that's mainly it," he replied. "But it took a lot of work, you know. In writing, imagining something is really just the first step. After imagining something, you have to write it, and that's where the work really comes in. I spent over a month on this story—writing it, and then rewriting it, and revising it, and then revising it again." He looked into her eyes. "Are you. He motions for my hand and helps me to my feet. He quickly looks me up and down then uses his index finger to pull forward the top of the apron and me with it , so that he can look down into the opening and peek at my breasts. “What’s this? Something new?” he says in reference to the apron. I nod yes in response smiling at him. “Hmmmm turn around for Daddy baby, let me get a good look at you” he says. I slowly twirl exposing my bare backside to him as I go. “GOD DAMN BABY!!!” He says suddenly.