I find it incredibly fulfilling for Him to derive pleasure from using me. When He is satisfied, He stops and rubs my ass again, only very lightly this...time, and He says, "Good little slut" and i am so happy! There is silence again, and after a moment i can hear a plastic pop and then i Hear Him rubbing His hands together. He carefully rubs aloe baby oil on my sore ass, cooling and soothing my reddened skin. He works it in very gently, adding more oil, all over my cheeks and the backs of my. He figured the classification must have started because he was tall, thin, more pale than tan, with longish dark brown hair. His wardrobe was on the darker side and featured combat boots and the occasional spiked dog collar. He kept a black, leather-bound book with him at all times, in which he was constantly writing his thoughtsboth mundane and macabre. But he supposed it was the floor length trench coat that sealed his fate as a scary, potentially lethal Gothic figure. Hed saved up for months. Wafting through the air is the light scent of lavender and roses. You can feel me standing behind you. A light electrical storm dances across your skin as you await my touch. You can hear me breathe, almost able to feel my breath on the back of your neck. Instinctively you drop the belt of your robe to let it fall open. Every nerve in your body tingles with the anticipation of my first touch. Will it be a soft kiss to the back of your neck, or a gentle touch to your abdomen,? Will I go straight. I said ‘well they say in stress you should retreat to your happy place, so make this lift your happy place and tell.’ ‘Errr . . . .’ he looked at me.‘Come on, what happens in the lift, stays in the lift!’He laughed and began telling me about how he fantasised about being in a lift with a hot woman, as they enter the lift they look each other over, attraction being obvious. The lift emptied and he imagined standing behind her and reaching around to stop the lift. He slides his hands over her.