*Nowadays, I work as an IT specialist at a finance company, just a regular nerdy Asian who could stand to lose a few pounds. None of my IT co-workers ...ad any idea what a dark secret I had, I didn’t dress every night, but I loved fetish events so I would book a hotel to play when those came around. This weekend I had booked a few nights at a hotel, after work on Friday. I packed my closet into a suitcase and checked into the hotel. I was a regular at this hotel, mostly because guests could walk. " You got it, boss ... Two quarts again?" Actually that bag holds a bit more than two quarts. I like to fill it to the top for the second one." How much does that work out to?" About an extra pint," she replied."Okay -- I'll get it ready."I ran the tap to warm up the water and then, using the measuring pitcher, filled the bag until it couldn't hold any more. I carried it into the bedroom. Mae was lying on her back on her bed. I hung the bag on the cord and flushed air from the hose.Mae rolled. A moment later, another bump in the road caused the hand to rest against the exposed dick. Sweat poured from Mark’s armpits. What’s going on? He glanced at the officer to his right, who seemed unaware that his hand was brushing against Mark’s dick with each turn and bump. He must not know. And even though it was the last thing he wanted, Mark’s dick started getting hard. Please! Don’t! But his dick ignored these pleas, and with each bump got harder and pushed against the cop’s hand. Mark again. I did and he held my hand and began to speak in a wavering voice. Gary was having a hard time; his parents were out of control and he really needed to be away from them a lot till he went back to university. He was frank about my role in this. He wanted a Daddy not just for sex but more a safe place to hang out. It would last until he returned to college. I was a bit stunned by this, but I wanted to make it work. He seemed like a really nice young man, smart, funny and now, vulnerable. I said:.