She made sure it was safe enough to keep her eyes off the road, then quickly slid the dildo halfway into Tracy's pussy. She then fiddled with the swit...h at the base of the dildo, resulting in a low hum filling the car."Now, you're going to sit there, with that thing inside your cunt, and you aren't going to touch it. You can touch whatever else you want, but your aren't pulling that dildo outside of your pussy, got it?"Tracy, already close to an orgasm, rocked her hips up against the dildo and. It was plain to see by their body language that they had known each other for sometime. My fear was: how long? ‘I thought a place like this didn’t allow hookers, sorry, escorts?’ The guy was still smiling as he watched the happy couple walk into the elevator. He didn’t seem fazed by what I had just said. ‘Oh she’s not a hooker, that’s his wife. I’ve been with this hotel for the last seven years, and the guy I took over from said they had been coming here for three years before that. We have a. Oh God, yes, that was what he wanted. No. She was a teacher, a colleague. He wasn’t going to . . . do that . . . to a colleague, especially not one that was this vulnerable right now. “I need to take a shower,” he muttered, dropping his arms. “Hang out as long as you like.” She held on to him harder, and he had to pull her away from him – again, just like in the hall at school. Something wrong there, he shouldn’t have to keep peeling her off of him like that, but he wasn’t going there. Never. Instead of crying out and pleading for mercy I was grunting and hissing like an a****l, arching my back, pushing my bottom back towards the cane, inviting it to strike harder and faster. I could also feel a trickle of fluid running down the inside of my leg, Peter Pan could also see the fluid and knew that my virgin pussy was soon ripe for the picking. Another good hard dozen strokes were applied and just as I was about to burst into tears Peter drop the cane grabbed my swaying welted hips and.