.. Do NOT writhe so much for your pleasure that you forget what you are...I hear your warning.. gathering my senses.. I manage to finally speak..Pleas... Sir... believe me... I know what and who I am.. I am your whore, your slut, your fuckmeat.. Here for your pleasure..But please Sir... Do not fault me for the pleasure I get from You. I would be foolish if I didn't find you appealing.. You are so sexy Sire..How could I not enjoy your touch. Enjoy your closeness..Still Master.. I know I am here. “But is it okay to admit I’m a little jealous? Grace, honey, I’ve never watched Pete fuck anyone else, and I’m feeling a little jealous right now.”Grace grinned at my wife. “It’s only natural, Mrs. Pete. Men and women are naturally possessive of their mates. It’s biological I guess.”“I guess,” Sue replied. “And please, Grace, call me Sue. Mrs. Pete sounds far too formal, and a bit silly really.”“Okay, Sue,” Grace smiled, seemingly happy at Sue’s request. “And thank you for sharing your handsome. “It’s quite a bit bigger than I was expecting especially for the price!” A male voice says.As the camera gets closer you can finally see the people talking one is a Beautiful redhead about 25 years old with what looks like D-cup breasts and a bubbly butt she is about 5’11” and the guy is 6’ with a slim toned body and an androgynous face and is about 24 years old.Now entering First person POV“So what is the story about this place and why is it so cheap?”You said“Well it use to belong to a. She was hurried to finish the drink before she was told toshow Mr. Jones some local entertainment. As soon as she sat her finished drinkdown on the bar Mr. Jones escorted her back to the same hotel room. She notedthe bed had been remade and a bottle of champagne had been opened and lefton ice. If Mr. Smith had been Sixty Mr. Jones was his older brother. He poured themeach a glass of champagne and sat and watched as she sipped hers while sittingon the edge of the bed. When she had finished he.