I handed my Visa card, my registration paper and the commendation to the desk attendant, a young girl (young being, maybe early twenties) with a name ...ag that said “Jennifer“ on it. Perhaps I should say, young woman, but to me, early twenties means she is still a girl.“You’re in room 511, Mr. Thompson. It’s the building just on the other side of the pool. Parking is in the back. Have a nice stay.”“Thompson is my first name. Please be sure the manager gets that recommendation,” I said as I put. Opening the envelope, he pulled out a chunk of the cash, and put it in two separate bundles in each of his pockets, then put the rest back into his bag, pushed deep in between other clothes.He could feel the proprietor’s eyes following him as he walked out of the building, and headed across the street to the warehouse. Knocking on the door, he stepped back and waited, hoping there wasn’t a secret knock the other guys had used.After a minute the door opened, and the black-shirted guard looked. It was all his, for his taking. He used her slow, with deliberate strokes, sliding in and out of her stretched hole. The men watched intently. Despite the blindfold she could almost feel their eyes on her; she did not forget for a single moment that she was on display.Master began to thrust harder, still with those long, tormenting strokes, his own moans becoming louder as her ass was used. She could feel the wand on her pussy again. The anal thrusting and her clit being vibrated, she felt. She knew that it would feel great; the touch of his hands as he groped her breasts and ass. He would show her something that she hadn’t experienced since before her wedding night; enthusiasm. Her body tingled as a thrill swept through her. Her nipples became hard, breasts more sensitive in anticipation. She pulled up to the door of her husbands’ workplace, and they said their goodbyes. She gave him a kiss, and when the door was shut, she closed her eyes for a second to calm her nerves. She was.