As the car cruised on, he couldn't help but notice the sharp blue eyes of the chauffeur looking at him as she adjusted the rear view mirror more often...than was necessary. He also noted that the hotel area was coming to an end and they were heading further along the coast road.'Are your other hotels at another resort?' he asked timidly.'After what you've been through, I shall take you to my personal residence. I know you'll enjoy it more'.She smiled in a very satisfied manner – the blue eyes. Thank goodness.On that night two of the rooms held single men. One of them was reading "The Hunt for Red October" (we were so close we saw the title), pantsless and diddling his semi-soft dick, either just starting or just finishing a yank. His cock was of ordinary size and girth so Jamie signaled me to bail. As I reflect on it the interesting thing is that he was getting off to a Tom Clancy novel. Ah, the endless variety of sexual experience.Next door a guy in his late teens was furiously. There was just no way around that and the occasional gut-twisting cramps I was having. He dug his fingers into my cheeks and slowly fucked away enjoying the hell out of it. I dripped tears, kept my hands firmly over my mouth and squealed like a bitch but, I was taking him, almost all of him. For some reason that made me feel proud. Every time he slowed or stopped I could feel his blood pounding in his cock! Part way through the fucking I had an orgasm. It wasn’t big or anything because even. As the screen came to life, Helen was shocked to see a young girl witha leash in her hand. The girl was wearing tight leather shorts with athick black dildo jutting from her crotch. Her bra was leather too andshe had thigh high boots and long leather gloves to complete the domeffect. At the other end of the leash was my mother on her knees witha dog collar around her neck."I call it 'Making of a Bitch'," mom told Helen, "Watch carefully."The girl walked to the very end of the ramp, holding her.