I stepped over and my breath caught in my throat. The woman was gorgeous. I hoped I'd concealed my surprise well enough. "Hi. Welcome to Bozeman Trail.... I'm Jeannie," she smiled.I steeled myself, as not to completely act like a moron and offer this woman anything she wanted. Yes, that's how beautiful she was. I mentally took a deep breath. "Hi Jeannie. I have a reservation. Donovan's the last name."Hi Mr. Donovan, again welcome."Jeannie went to work looking up my reservation as I tried not to. Suddenly standing me up, he crushed me against his chest with two hands now squeezing and mauling my tits through my dress. Still verbally protesting, I tried to push his hands away from their tight grip on my tits but he was too strong, his grip too tight. He held me to him with one arm while his hand... I could only think he was trying to milk my breast. Gripping it tightly at the base and moving up and out until he was pinching my nipple until it ached before repeating the movement over and. I can still remember sitting on the toilet waiting for a moments peace but never getting it, just as one girl left another girl would stroll in and stop me in my tracks. I always had to leave the bathroom without taking care of business, I felt so annoyed with myself and the other girls! Though as I said after about 10 the restroom was pretty much deserted. I had classes from 9 to 11 which I always left quickly in order to make my way to the restroom. I'd drop my stuff in my room and head to. ”I looked at Liz and gave her a nod.“Just start out slow though ... okay?”She grinned.“Yes, Ma’am.”I watched as she slid her hips back which elicited an immediate low, guttural grown from Chris. I reached down and gently rubbed his nipples just as Liz began to slowly, tediously move forward.I watched as he closed his eyes.“God that feels so good.” He murmured as if talking to no one in particular.Chris started sweating profusely and he was beginning to pull harder against the restraints as Liz.