He acted like I was some porn star. The rest you know.”“Yeah sounds like a creep to me. Could have been worse though.”“How so?”“Well he co...ld have posted it and your boyfriend could have found it and watched it.”She starts laughing. “You’re right. It’s a good thing I don’t have a boyfriend and that I deleted it. Once something hits the net it’s on there for good. Just ask any celebrity who has a sex tape.”Our order came and we ate while joking around with each other. Anyone watching us could. He slowly slid it all the way in and heard a quiet moan come out of his little airport slut. He pulled it out and pushed it back in again. Her pussy felt tight around his cock as he continued to fuck her from behind, going a little bit faster and a little bit harder each time. She felt shots of pleasure dart around her body as he fucked her, not deviating from his rhythm or pacing for even a moment.He grabbed her by the hips and began to go faster, fucking the shit out of her as she continued. He straddled my chest and tied my wrists together, then flipped me to my stomach. One at a time, he caught each of my flailing legs, and tied them. “Try all you want, bitch. Cry, fight, beg…it turns me on. I’m going to fuck you. You think you’re a prissy bitch. Well, maybe you are. But I’m going to destroy both of your tight little holes and turn you into a sloppy, gaping bitch.” “No, please…please stop,” I begged, whimpering. “Stop? I haven’t gotten started yet. This ends with you. ‘Can I keep my bag in your room until I leave? I left it at the desk, but I need it if I’m going to the spa.’ ‘Sure. We’ll ask for another key too.’ They approached the desk, and the clerk obtained Sheila’s bag and provided them with another room key. They rode up the elevator and walked down the hall, and Russ opened the door, allowing Sheila to enter first. She tossed her suitcase on the luggage rack in the room, opening it and rummaging around for something to wear to the spa. She found what.