She was on fire and there was only one thing on her lust-addled brain. She needed to cum. Her passions had reached such a state of arousal that Amy fe...t she would bust wide open very soon if she wasn't able to release all this pent up anxiety and pressure. "Please Sir, please make me cum! I need to cum so badly. Please make me cum, please make me cum, please make me cum..." she whimpered. "And what will you do for me if I allow you to cum?" he asked. "Anything Sir! Anything you want. Just. The next several days I did my deliveries, and when I returned to the office, I used the bathroom. I couldn’t believe it. She bought a long mirror, sitting chair and plants and feminized the entire room. I thought she spent 600 dollars. I asked her what the damage was; she said ‘175.00. I use thrift shops.” I was impressed. I thanked her and took by my card.When I returned home, my wife asked what I thought. I told her the girl seemed to be a good fit. Time will tell. The 10th day was spent. My hands are busy sliding up and down her silken thighs, feeling their sleek contours before wandering up to her perfect buttocks. Suddenly my fingers dig into the sensitive flesh, my nails driving into the skin and raking agonizingly across the creamy globes; Ms. York throws back her golden hair with a shriek of pleasure, her throat pulsing with an unintentional gulp of saliva. The silver moon highlights Ms. York’s ravishing body as she continues to bounce up and down on my engorged phallus,. Just relax and enjoy the sensations. I won’t hurt you.’ His hands found my breasts and stroked my nipples. I nodded my consent as he eased my arms behind my back and bound my wrists firmly together with the belt from a terrycloth robe thoughtfully provided by the hotel. The room was a double, I knew there would be another robe, and another belt. I shivered in anticipation of Steve’s next move. His hands began to explore my body once again. He lingered on my ass, moving his hands in tight.