I asked him, “Sir, when will you cum for me?” He gave a cute smile and told me, “Soon, baby, soon. You enjoy my cock, beta.” He was constantly...giving me pushes inside my pussy. I was riding him with a very good rhythm. He was felt very happy that being a virgin, my riding was fantastic.He even kissed me for that, saying, “You are riding me fantastic. I love you, baby. I love you,” saying this, he put me on the bed again and started humping me again. Then he told me he was about to release his. I settled myself into a corner table where I could take in the whole scene and sat with a drink. I had my phone on the table and listened through a Bluetooth earbud.The marvels of modern technology enable things I'd never have dreamed of as a kid. The camera on the suitcase rack in room 401 was transmitting to the internet via the WiFi dongle I had set up in room 403. That got the pictures and sound to my web site at home and my phone picked it up from there.Two weeks ago I knew all that was. He rushed across the rust-colored dirt of the inner courtyard, heedless of the dust settling onto his polished shoes and fine clothes, and flinging scathing insults at the guards for not opening the gate quick enough to let him pass. Across the outer courtyard, he sped and up to the metal latticework of the portcullis, breathing heavily at the unaccustomed burst of exercise.Through the bands of metal, he saw a large man of bronze and black. Bronze skin stood out against long, shaggy black hair,. He glanced around at the other men, but none of themseemed to think her questions were odd. Who the hell did this bitch think shewas, speaking to him like that? Didn't she know who he was? He was Jack, JackJones, one of the most powerful and influential lawyers in the city, a forceto be reckoned with. One word, one whisper to the right one of his associates,could mean this grubby little bar would be closed down within days. Still,it had been a hard long day, and he wasn't in the mood for more.