He was clearly not Brazilian. His skin was fair. He was slim with well-toned arms. The muscles in his legs clearly defined. Maggie thought he was prob...bly a runner, or maybe a cyclist. Yes, a cyclist, she smiled to herself. He had the body of a cyclist. But even more interesting to Maggie was his hair, a red-head. She had a soft spot for ginger men, that was for sure. They never disappoint.Maggie lowered herself deeper into the water, drawing a sharp intake of breath as the cold water rose up. He said his wife really liked the pictures of my big cock and wanted to sample it.He got a hotel Saturday night so I had most of a week to prepare. I went to the sex store and bought some toys, a giant dildo and some tiny nipple and clit vibrator bullets.We met at the hotel bar and had a few drinks, she had been drinking already on the trip to Denver and was pretty snookered. We sat in a booth with her in the middle and got to know each other a bit. Her name was Tina and his name was Joe. They. "Have you been there?" I asked. "Went down there last month to check it out. Nice place, too. You have your own place, very private and no one intrudes on your space unless you invite them. There are many nice men down there, too. I've made friends with several of them and I think you'd like it, too. Want to go down there with me tomorrow afternoon? I'm meeting Rob and several friends around 1 tomorrow and he asked me to see if you'd join us." "No pressure, right?" "Hey, I'm not. So deeply asleep. When I count up from ten, you will get up, put on your cloths, realize you need to get home, and leave not remembering anything until you get home and discover the mask in your purse. Once you are holding the mask in your hands, you will remember everything about our time together. It will remain vividly in the front of your memory as long as the bruises remain vividly on your body. As your bruises fade, your memory will also fade. Whenever you see the mask, you will be driven.