“Of course, the moment she didn’t return on time.” Rudolph is sitting watch the man pacing angrily.“At least I can count on you, Rudy,” he s...ys, stopping his pace. “Erika always has her own agenda. The bitch is just using me.” He knows his words are false, but it’s the only way he can get his frustration in check. “You want a drink?”“Yeah, sure,” Rudolph says dismissively. He as just invested as Hanson is in this. He is also as equally pissed he just doesn’t have the same short temper as the. He grabbed a few paper towels from a nearby wall dispenser and dropped them to the floor in front of her. She looked at them…then up at him…then down again. And moaned out loud.She wiped the floor first—oh god, kneeling at his feet, cleaning his piss from the floor like a slavegirl—and then the urinal. This went beyond every submission/humiliation fantasy she’d ever had and it was making her almost dizzyingly horny. She threw the used paper towels into the wastebasket, selected a fresh one. Are you kissing my pussy?" Yes, I'm letting you get used to me. Do you want me to continue?" I asked not moving my head from where I was."Please, it feels ... nice. Go ahead."I took the end of my tongue and barely touched her clit."WOW!" she said practically coming off the bed and cracking my jaw. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting that. Oh, how good that feels. I'm sorry I keep interrupting you. I'll try to be quieter." Don't even try to be quiet. Be as loud as you want. That's all part of sex .... I'd left our home with her lying on the bed, full of my sperm, yet satisfied like I hadn't satisfied her in ages. She knew from this time on, the only one cumming would be her, by my tongue and fingers. My cock would no longer work when I returned home. That night as I laid alone in the giant bed in my hotel room I wondered how I would make this last, make this enjoyable for the both of us. Porn movies were nearby, as were publications. The nearby computer had all sorts of porn chat rooms and.