' "You won't be spending much time in here anyways would be my bet." And he left it at that as he walked out of the room. I decided I was still h...ngry because the bastard had interrupted my breakfast so I walked out into the kitchen which was conveniently right next to my new room. I looked in the fridge and didn't really see anything that seemed good. Actually all of it made me feel like throwing up just at the thought of eating it. I guess it was still the sickness of reality setting in. "Get up and bend over," and she did. "Legs apart, whore!". And the beating continued. The level of pain was always controlled by me. It was not beating out of hatred or a desire to inflict punishment but one designed to give both of us erotic pleasure. It was what both of us wanted and were used to.The March afternoon's sunlight waned and evening was upon us. It was time for a break and I opened the champagne I had by for this very special occasion. We drank, we kissed, we drank some more and. Can you help us sort this out? We're at the Breakfast Club where she works." Okay, I'll be there. Twenty minutes?" No problem. They have donuts," Fran chuckled.I ended the call and looked at my visitors. I did not want to scare them. "I'm sorry. Something came up and I must leave the office. Where can I reach you?"They gave me the name of a cheap motel in Chevy Chase and I escorted them out. I made it in twenty-two minutes and my heart sank when I saw the owner of the diner, Sammy, sitting in a. I road him slow as he sat up to kiss me while squeezing my bum. He bit and sucked on my bottom lip. We kissed as he laid back and I road him a bit faster back and forth. After a while I leaned down resting my chest on his and straightened my legs (reverse missionary), his hands on my ass, he started moving my body up and down. My clit being stimulated from rubbing on his pelvis, his cock rubbing up and down against my G spot and hitting my back walls. My body soon tensed up, I started moaning.