Master Jo was gone.By the time we were back to the inn, Sid was fuming. Mostly over Master Jo having gone missing, but almost as much over the new loo..., and the changes to his staff."Sid my sweet, you need to get calmed down." I said when we were alone in our room. "I want you to take a nap. When you wake up and are calmer, we can meditate a little, okay?" And spar some." He said. "I have some energy to burn off, and a new staff to get used to."That was true. His new staff, or old staff twice. Fingers wrap around my throat… stopping my pleading immediately… reducing me to gasping for air while ‘your’ cock slams into me. Nothing gentle about that. ‘You’ piston in and out. I am fighting to breathe. I feel like I am being torn apart down under. Damn! I wanted to be fucked… but this is painful… and yet it feels good… feels damn good. A tongue parts my lips... the ones on my face… and I taste ‘you’ for the first time. Yes… it is you. No one else (even with my lack of comparables) tastes. . doing a "come here" motion inside of her tight pussy. within a few seconds she became very quite (sign to keep going) and then started to convulse. squirting cream from her pussy I had never seen that before). she was shaking and screaming with a pillow in her face for several seconds. aThen she popped up like a spring and told me to lay on my back. "I'm going to ride your cock!" as she stepped her dress off. Like her G-string, her bra was lace lingerie and her nipples were poking herd. As soon as the woman left, I just closed my sleepy eyes. I just reminded the lady but didn’t remember the lady face. I got question in mind, why the lady expressed that it is going to be late at her destination. I questioned my self that is she giving a hint about her. I didn’t think so. As I am traveling alone to my place, I can continue to her destination and stay any hotel and have good time with her. This thought raised my blood pressure but I immediately cooled down as it is not that much.