Mostly we just chit-chatted about the programs and the presenters, who tended to fall into two categories-- droners, and wannabe comedians. It got us ...hrough the days and evenings, and we became good friends, bonding over our boredom at being held captive in a hotel in Cleveland.Which was good, because when the evening was over and I returned to my room, it was always a bit glum. Not least because Melissa didn't return my calls. I don't mean that she was avoiding me; just that we never seemed. He was a large man, built like a powerlifter with great chest and huge arms. I looked down to see his cock. It was massive and bare. Must have been at least ten inches long and very thick. “Oh fuck,” I exclaimed.He grabbed me with his strong arms and lift me up without a word. I wrapped my legs around his waist and his cock found my hungry hole with no problems. He impaled me viciously to small applause from several onlookers. He resumed fucking me, but harder and deeper than before. His hands. "Welcome back Laura. Keep your eyes closed and just relax.I can tell by the way you went away and the littlemovements of your body that you are beginning to get theidea of how complex your world really is. Now, I want youto listen very hard. Can you hear my hand as it rubs yoursilk blouse?"I nodded my head as I heard a faint rustling sound."Now, put your palms on your skirt at your thighs and slideyour skirt up and down over your tights."Of course, I did as she asked. Sure enough, the silk. " Or the panties off a randy bitch like you," mum giggled and yelped as Jill pinched her backside."Home?" I asked as we left the shop and they looked at me in amazement."Are you mad? We're going to get ourselves some retail therapy Tommy, some serious retail therapy." Oh, I see, well, in that case, I think I'll join you." Great" they enthused, but mum took my arm and looked at me seriously,"Just don't spend it all though, will you? Our retail therapy is going to be so bloody intense, so.