I smile shyly at him, this strong, confident man who wanted to help.“Yes, sir … I do want that.”He smiled. His eyes probed into mine. I had no i...ea what was in that probing look but I felt different, released somehow. Then it broke. He shifted his gaze and body. He was no longer in contact with me. His thigh that had been touching mine, his fingers on my arm, they were gone and it felt like a void.Sarah took over, again. With her voice, my attention shifted to her and Mr. Baldwin stood to move. This is probably the most humiliating part of my life. "No, no girl will give me the time of day, not even the ones with the face of a warthog" I was completely unprepared for what happend next. The girl that I had come to know to be the most gentle person in the world grabs me by the shirt collar and shoves her tounge down my throat. Needless to say, I had no clue what was happenning........but my member did, and he liked it. We made out for about, Id say thirty minutes before she backed. I grabbed her bags and we walked. It was great - bags in tow with one hand, and my Indian Princess on the other.We got to my SUV, jumped in, and I asked if she'd like dinner. Now, I was not hungry - not for food, anyway. I was merely being gracious. My Indian Princess said "I had a snack on the plane - let's just go to the hotel." Done!We went to "our" room, dropped the bags, and decided to hit the hot tub. NOTE: some of you may remember that is my one indulgence when I travel. We changed into. I grab her by her hair and start to drag her over to the chains and the mattress, she howls in pain as I drag her by her hair and she scrambles on her hands and knees to try and keep up to take some of the pressure off of her hair. I push her down into the mattress, “take off your fucking clothes.” I tell her and she looks up at me her eyes wide and filled with tears and a big red hand print on her cheek where I had slapped her.“Please, just let me go please.” She starts to beg but her begging.