As we walked to the stand, the bass player said, “You’d better hold that sax in front of you. People seeing that lump might think your mind isn’... on the job.” It’s not, I thought to myself. I can play this stuff in my sleep, and right now, my mind is in room 308. We played the last set, and closed with “Goodnight, Sweetheart.” As I packed my sax I saw the bartender heading my way with a glass of amber liquid. The ice clinked in the glass as she walked across the room. Handing me my scotch, she. My hands reach behind me to spread my curvaceous ass cheeks. Look at my swollen lips, playing peek-a-boo around the skinny string of my black thong. You do that to me ... turn me on. See my tight little asshole? I would let you fuck it. I am dirty like that. Glancing over my shoulder, I see you loosening your tie. Sweetness, your face is flushed. And your mate is licking her red-painted lips. So, you both want me? How sweet. I know you want more than a peek, but this is all you get for now. I. “Good now you get a new reward.” He said dropping the belt and his pants. He took off the handcuffs returning circulation to my hands. He stood at the edge of the bed his dick at full attention as he called me over. Still strictened in pain I still forced myself to crawl over. “Good boy.” he smirked as he slid his cock into my mouth. I tried to pace myself by putting my hands on his thighs but he slapped me and growled “No hands just your mouth.” I put my hands back down in front of me letting. It was definitely something I did not want to repeat.Friday, August 12th, 2020I sucked Pat’s cock again, and all was well with the world with him. The morning blowjob ritual seemed to please him enough. He overlooked all the other strange things I was doing around the house and the slutty clothes I was wearing.That morning when I visited my son in his room to let him inspect my clothes and give me permission to swallow, he told me he had a present for me. He made me listen while I blew bubbles.