You come directly at me and climb over and across me, throwing your legs across my crotch. I say, “Wow baby, what’s happening?” And you say, “... want you to fuck me.” Nothing else – shooting straight – just telling me to my face “I want you to fuck me.” I laugh; I squirm not exactly knowing how to react at first, completely taken by surprise. And before I realize it, you bend over in your squatting position, and plant your mouth right at mine. Almost pressing my mouth shut, implying I should. I also saw that she had a private bathroom. She later told me that her father insisted on her having one because "girls need too much time in the morning and I have to get to work. Time is money"."Sit" She pointed to the bed. I sat down.She looked at me like an architect looking at the site of a new project. She even tilted her head slightly."I never had a toyboy before, you know" She grinned "Alright. Shower, now. Leave your clothes in my bathroom. When you come back, sit back down. Wait here. Then once I had got him to leave me alone and got his drunken ass into the bathroom I bumped into Mark who was so big he just lifted me and pressed me against a wall saying he wanted a kiss.I begged him to leave me alone and managed to get out of his grip and run into my bedroom. I shoved my bed against the door and then flopped down onto the bed in just my towel and fell asleep.I woke up around 3 am, my bed had been pushed back from the door and the towel had been removed from my body. I. I cleaned the hotel and prepared dinner.As I sit here writing this, and taking it in the ass from my darlinghusband, I wonder: why should I hate myself? This is where I belong.Pst. If you bought that tripe a few lines ago, then you're in for aride.It was just my luck that eventually I was allowed to prepare spaghetti.I asked for certain ingredients. Just some Roma tomatoes. No big dealthere. They let me cook with supervision of course. I mean, all theknives and things there could be way to.