"Why?" I asked back. I straightened and turned around to face him, my nipples hard as chipped granite sticking out at him. "Gotta use the bathroom and...you take too damn long." I noticed the bulge in his pants and I let him see me noticing. He looked away and, when he did, I felt the moment pass. "Hurry the fuck up!" he yelled at me and closed the door. Alone in the bathroom, I felt like an idiot. A slutty idiot. But, I remembered how he looked at me and decided to try it again. And again. Daddy. "Stop stalling," Jo told me."I ws hard. But my erection-" I laughed my ass off, it was so small. And you thought my pussywould entertain something so little," Jo chastised, and I feltmyself getting aroused. Truth was I'd been hard most of the day.So once she saw it, laughing at my size, Jo had made me put thepanties back on because she said I wasn't a man and I should onlywear pretty panties and......."God, Kirsten. The more you keep stopping the longer you'll behere."Jo made me masturbate but. I rarely lost much and in fact, many times a trip ended with me a net winner. Even if I got my room comped, I usually managed to get a bill showing I had spent a wad of money. It is amazing what a good tip from a good customer can get from some desk clerks!In fact, over the year from deciding to give my marriage another chance, I managed to "lose" all our free savings or I paid it in "Salary" to my friends for their help in the first investigation as well as this ongoing one. My friends of. It was too hard to look him straight in the eyes. Never in my life had I felt so ashamed. When all of the sudden I felt a warm hand grabbing my chin. With his big thumb Ronald gently dried away one of my tears. Stunned by his act of kindness I cautiously raced my head and looked into his eyes. His previous fierce look had made way for a roguish twinkling in his eyes. Giving me a relieved, yet suspicious feeling.“No need for tears boy,” he said. “You’ve been a very naughty boy, but I’ll forgive.