Bin ich die einzige Person im Raum, in der ein Sturm wütet? Ich rotiere innerlich, kämpfe gegen die verdammten Gefühle und die Lust die du in mir e...weckt hast an. Ich brenne lichterloh und niemand scheint die Flammen zu sehen, die aus jeder Pore meines Körpers aufsteigen, Funken sprühen. „Hilf mir, so hilf mir doch“, ich schaue dich nicht einmal mehr an. Ich kann nicht, ich bin zu aufgewühlt. Ich habe Angst, dass man mir ansehen würde, wie sehr ich dich gerade begehre.Dich spüren, auf mir. “I know you don't have much time,” he said. His cock was already hard and looked awesome. According to him, it was eight inches long and four inches around so I was happy focusing on that as I stripped out of my work clothes.I saw my pictures on his computer and he said I was beautiful and this was a dream come true.I assumed this would turn out to be awkward so I got on his bed. He wasted no time getting between my legs and went down on me. That’s when my opinion of him all changed. Fat Boy. And from the pace and heaviness of these steps I could almost certainly tell it was a guy jogging at night as well. Good to slow down to let him overtake, I thought. I didn't turn back or around as the footsteps neared me, and out of a sudden, I felt a towel over my mouth, and a force which gagged me by mouth.Shouting and shoving was to no avail from the sheer strength of the assaulter, who wore a black hoodie and black shorts with running shoes. Apparently I deducted that he had followed me. An older gentleman, black hair beginning to sink into gray, but still looking well-kept and combed. Under a really girly, mint-green apron is a worn pair of black dress pants and a long, white button-up shirt. But the thing that really pushes me is his eyes. Sky-blue with flecks of gold around it. Gorgeous, I tell you. After snapping his fingers a few times, he gets my attention again. “Miss, I’m serious here. I’ve got three rooms left, both rather high-end…” He picks up a piece of paper,.