He was probably 6 inches shorter than the bouncers, but still taller than me. He glowered at me as I walked toward the door. My heart sunk lower and l...wer into my stomach as he stared me down. I knew what was coming, my face burning with shame. He just silently stared me down as I got closer and closer to him. He was rooted to the spot, not moving out of my way. I stopped, two feet away from him with no way to get by him and the bouncers. Then, I heard the two most terrifying words I've ever. I had to get to a bathroom or I’d burst right there.It took longer than I expected.When I dragged myself out of the restroom, I’d washed my face and brushed my teeth and run a comb through my hair. I looked almost human. Time to locate a service counter and find out why I was in Houston.“Oh, Mr. Hamar,” the nice woman said. “You were supposed to connect here to a flight on to Chicago. I’m afraid you’ve missed that connection.” I looked at the ticket that I’d bought on-line as the first. Plus, I had been lucky enough to finally schedule an interview with a potential client that I had been courting for over a month now on Thursday afternoon. Because the weather had been iffy, I had actually booked myself on a flight a day early, but the storm had moved in sooner than expected. I had already been at the airport for over four hours and had been trying to see if I could get out of here to almost anywhere that I could then connect to Atlanta. But no flights were leaving the airport. “Fuck her harder, you little tramp.” In this way Marie came fairly quickly and climbed off, and Janice took the wet strap-on into her mouth as Ana continued to face-fuck her. When Janice came she shrieked “Oh yessssssss!” and sat down hard on Ana’s face, pounding the unfortunate girl’s head against the floor. Afterward Janice still had a few minutes left, which she spent fingering Ana and gently brushing her clit, bringing her repeatedly to the brink while admonishing her not to dare think of.