She said that by picking six as the magic number she could be happy with more guys and wouldn't stretch herself out. Anything smaller and it couldn't ...o all of the tricks that sex demanded. Anything larger and the head wouldn't bump against her G spot. Her boyfriend's cock was hard, hot, and throbbing. It was time to turn up the tension. She unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over. The steering wheel was against the back of her head and her breath was hot and heavy against his stimulated. I smiled as I walked over to the bed, and picked up the teddy; it was nice, and I thought it was odd he got me plain purple cotton brief panties and not his favorite style of thongs or at least silk or something. Maybe he just thought I’d be more comfortable in these. “How sweet of him.” I thought to myself. I finished drying off and I put my makeup on, and I walked over back over to the bed. I put on the teddy and then the panties, I walked to my closet and got a pair of dark purple high. I felt dead, a piece of meat hanging from a hook, simply one of the inanimate objects in the room.Finally, she returned to me, and sat on a tall stool. She stroked my hardened penis several times, making sure it was as stiff as possible, and then took a plastic tube and began inserting it inside me. She was catheterizing me. With my erection as hard as it was, the process hurt terribly. When the end finally pushed through to my bladder, she clamped off the end of the tube, preventing me from. But this time he didn’t open the adjoining door. All of a sudden, I heard the locked door knob to my booth trying to be opened. My heart about stopped. I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t know what to think. He then knocked on the door. I froze in my seat, sitting there with my pants around my ankles and my shriveled up little penis exposed. And then all of a sudden, I leaned forward and unlocked the door. As soon as I unlocked the door the front desk employee opened the door, came into my booth.