Conversations continued with no further discussion on holidays or meeting again.Time came for my trip and I arrived and booked into my room, as usual ... booked a double purely because I could not sleep in a single. After unpacking I made my way to reception and handed in the key, and left for a walk around and to find a local hostelry. A few drinks and a lovely meal later I returned and asked for the key. Sorry its not here, I think your wife has it came the response, being aware of the general. I step out of the stall and try to make it look like the drool is water that spilled on me.For a while I stare at myself in the mirror. What just happened to me? Did she mess with my mind like June? How long was I standing there, drooling in front of her? Long enough to take off my panties and get my jeans back on, at least. Where did that time go? I can see myself clearly now, standing in front of her repeating after her just like June. Calling myself a slut. Begging her to control me.Is that. He blinked, almost as if coming out of a trance, his eyes clearing, staring down at her swollen, tear soaked face, snot running from her nose, her eyes red rimmed from crying. ‘What the…?’ His hips jerked and he groaned, his eyes running from the pretty dark hair and over her shoulders to the small tits with their huge nipples. His hands lifted, finding the soft little nubs and rubbing them between his fingers, feeling them respond despite her reluctance. ‘You don’t have to like me, Michelle,’. ” He turned his head, momentarily, and looked at her. He looked back at the road seeing as he was driving but smiled and asked her what it was. She looked at him and smiled anyway and then asked “Did you really mean what you said to me the other day…I mean about how you…thought I looked, honestly?” He thought about it as he looked back at her. He tried, hard, to hold in all his emotions he had for her as he looked at what he considered an explosively pretty looking, thicker, and definitely.