I felt like a rag doll.My ex did fuck me twice and then he went outside to help the boys.I dozed off for a while, but every time I woke up I started s...uirting again. The vacuum cleaner was so powerful; I could actually feel my cock being stretched. It was sending little electric shocks through me which felt fantastic. I must have really gone into a deep sleep, because I was woken by another cock sliding into my ass.... Hmm, wonderful! Whoever it was, fucked me and left. This happened several. At first, I would make free suits for those guys as interests. (Youknow how mafia like their white suits. All the Pacino wanna be). Aftera while, the debt was out of control. There was no way we could pay itoff. Those guys started to come in and smash things around in front ofthe customers. After a month or so, all my regular customers had gonesomewhere else. I was desperate; I don?t know what to do. One day, theguys came in and did their usual thing, smash things around and trashmy tailor. "You're not ready.....I mean, you're not wearinganything....," and she turned me around and marched me to the adjoiningdoor. In a daze, I found myself back in my room again. I turned to see thedoor shut tight behind me. I was going to give it a shove when I hearda knock on the hallway door.Opening it and craning my neck out, there was a woman dressed in theconcierge outfit- maroon blazer, white blouse, middling length blackskirt, but I couldn't stop staring at her face. The nameplate on. He’d been in his kid mode, still, but he had lots of money in the bank. He’d try hotels. What were the rules?That was the problem. What were the rules? He was fairly sure that if he and Marilyn showed up at a hotel in Wichita at 10 p.m. and showed a credit card, they’d be given a room without any problem. If they showed up at a hotel in Evanston at 10 a.m. and wanted to pay cash? He wasn’t a very convincing liar, and he hadn’t much experience with hotels at any level. Since the divorce, Dad had.