I hadn't had sex for a week, and my imagination flourished as I watched her movements.Angela looked back at me, and apologized she could not find the ...offee, it was here somewhere. I was about to reply, when I noticed the cord on her dressing gown had worked itself loose, so as she moved the opening was more revealing. Angela was apparently oblivious to this as she badly wanted to find the coffee to reward me.I could see clearly her ebony breast and nipple lurking, wanting to pop from the gown. . Why the fuck do I even care?As he screamed out in pain, I couldn’t resist saying, in purposefully bad Asian accented English, “Pain is for the weak.”I continued walking out the alley, crossing the street, and then returned to heading in the direction shown in my sunglasses.My sunglasses were a big help when the various forms of police and military responded to the shooting a block over. Along my path, it marked places to stop and “window shop” so that the dashcams wouldn’t pick me up. I did. Andy had a death grip on my hand and her eyes were alive with fun and desire. The desk clerk, who may have been a throw back to the Neanderthal age, eyed us suspiciously before giving me the key. Reluctantly, he gave me one clean sheet when I demanded it.“Ready?” I said to Andy.“No pay, no play, buster,” she replied, holding out her hand, a slutty grin on her face. I gave her my Visa Gold and dragged her towards the stairs.As we walked down the hall to our room, we could hear the moans of sex. She found that with her subtle use of the cock-ring during sex sessions she could bend "Gill" to her ways of behaviour.And when Gill became "difficult" over new ways such as wearing pretty shoes or lacy panties, he usually suffered for it.But eventually a day came when Margo got in from the office and had slumped into the armchair; Gill had appeared in the maid's outfit.The illusion was startling.A stranger would have seen an attractive young uniformed maid in dainty white heels serving a.