. See?" She stuck the aluminum fold-out contraption into the bathroom, her own body, in the process, partially following it in. The "drying thingie" w...s intended to allow an apartment dweller to hang small articles of wet clothing on its spindly arms, for air-drying."I just wondered if you could use something like this?"Paul didn't rinse his underwear in the sink. His dirty clothes were either taken to a professional laundry, or he washed and dried them, himself, using the apartment house's. She looks at him and smiles. She’s got him now. His chest is heaving with unspecified emotion. "Maybe we can talk about this," she says. But he doesn't want to talk. He takes one step, seizes her by the shoulders, drags her to her feet and propels her out of the bathroom. They are moving fast through the hotel room, and before she knows what's happening, she is face down on the bed with his full weight on her. His hands are fumbling, scratching and clawing at her ass, trying to stuff his cock. Every minute that my penis remained erect, (Or twitched for that matter) she commanded a slave to pull it tighter one notch at a time. I had no idea how many notches remained before the pressure of the device would cut off the blood supply to my balls-but I'd resigned myself to finding out.I generally have pretty good staying power but this-this was something altogether different. I'd always gotten a raging hard-on just thinking about my mistress. It took every bit of concentration that I. She paused, then said shook her head and said, “No.”“Why is that?”She thought for a moment, then said, “It’s a combination of the discomfort of sitting on the floor, the way my ass smarts, and the vibrations from the butt plug and dildo. But the really difficult thing is trying to avoid thinking of…” She paused, swallowed, then continued, “… about this afternoon,” she said slowly and carefully.Feeling cruel, I said, “Yes, I’m looking forward to it, too.” And smiled.She looked away from me,.