Do I really? She said yes, now be a good boy and pull down your shorts so I can lock your little pee pee up. But I promise I'll be good I begged. She ...ust glared at me. The whole time I was unfastening my short I was debating to her silent stare. When my shorts and underwear hit the floor Andrea said step out of them and come to me. Hanging my head in mock shame I walked over to where she stood. She squatted down so she could put the chastity device on me. After pushing my balls through the. As I fingered her she was panting and squirming her ass around. If there ever was a woman hot to be fucked, it was Charlotte at this moment.“Let's leave, I know how this will end,” she whispered. “I want to see this magical quiet place you want to take me to.”I followed Charlotte out of our seat's row. A man was sitting in the aisle seat; he was intently looking at Charlotte, like he would do her in a second. He gave me a high-five as I passed him. I'm sure he knew what was up. It was close to. Especially these days, when the benefits that used to induce young men to join have been whittled away. So I was either going to have to work my ass off at a job and go to school at night or find somebody else to pay for it. And then 9/11 happened. Dad came really close to seeing if he could get back in the Army when that happened, but mom took him into their bedroom, yelled at him for about an hour before bursting into tears on him. He never could stand to see her cry, so she won.I was already. She waited in the car as he got the bags out and then opened the door for her. They went into the hotel lobby and up to the counter."You have a reservation for Roberts," he said, matter-of-factly."Yes, Sir right here," the young man at the hotel check-in counter said. He handed Michael the key to the room. "Room 415, Sir. The elevator is right around the corner over there, he said, pointing to the elevator. The pair walked across the lobby and took the elevator to the room. He unlocked the door.