I got in the car naked as she looked down at my 7" shaved cock and whistled "You have a nice looking cock, stroke it just enough to keep it hard until...we get to the hotel. We parked at the hotel and she let me get dressed. I carried all her goodies in as we went up to her room. She undressed and got into the Jacuzzi tub while I poured her a glass of Champagne. She then told me to shave off all of my hair below my neck. She needed to have a completely smooth slave. When I got done I modeled for. . One was M-F, the other M-M, or W-W or just all bunches of folk with out any cloths on, I was getting a little stiff so I went in one.You had to walk in, and turn around to close the door, then sit facing the back of the door. There was a coin box on either wall saying A or B, so I sat and put a quarter in A.The machine shown on the back of the door but flickered a lot, so I waited till it ended, and dropped a quarter in B, same thing. So I left, and walked around checking the doors, found. My cock was hard as a rock and stood up like a flag pole sticking out of my crotch. She put her hand on my cock and began to stroke it. It felt even better when there was no cloth between her soft hands and my cock. “Wow, your cock is big and thick. It felt big in your shorts but now that it is out I can see it’s even bigger than I thought. Will it hurt when you fuck me?” “Shut up, I am not going to fuck you. I just want you to play with my cock for a while.” “You want to fuck me, I know you. They belittled Kevin. Somehow, they had dulled her fear of losing her love.The stab of anguish when Bud told her she had lost Kevin had a very specific physical impact. Suddenly, her bladder was badly distressed. When Bud kept her from racing to the powder room, she could not believe he had done that. All the way down the stairs, she was in pain from the pressure and in panic from fear of peeing her pants.Bud was talking sternly to her, telling her she was now a slave, but the only thing that.