I wanted him to stare. Hell, I wanted him to help, but I wasn't going to let him.My eyes might not have strayed very far, but my fingers certainly had... While one hand caressed and fondled my breasts, the other had found its way between my legs, between my thighs, between the spread, puffy, slippery lips of my normally shy cunt.An electric jolt surged through me. It may have had been the urgent touch of finger to clit, or it may have been the sight of him unzipping his trousers. Did I care? Hell. If there is an award for the worst first-time sex experience in human history, I deserve it!I did my research on the internet and found the prostitute of my dreams. Dark skin, massive curves and a pretty face, so what could go wrong, right? Worst case scenario, I would finish before I fully entered her ebony vagina!When I reached the place for male happiness, a lady opened the door – only covered by a silk cloth. The only thing she had in common with my desired lady from the website, was the. My footfalls echoed in the stairwell as I ran after him, dropping my bag somewhere around the 5th floor. The man stopped on a landing and craned his neck to see me. He knew. A few more flights down, a door loudly opened and closed, ringing in the air around me. When I caught up, I tore out into the lobby, dismayed that the horde of patrons hadn’t dwindled in the slightest. Paul motioned from behind the counter and pointed to a vacant corridor. In my pursuit, I cut off a weighed-down bellhop. But, could you and would you really throw away everything that you have ever wanted just for me, Beth?”“Sir, you really have no idea just how far I would go for my Master!”“You are right, pet. I really don’t have any idea just how far that you would go for your Master. But, I do know just how far that I would go for any one of those that call me their Master, including you, Red. Hell, even the one that is on her knees at this very moment knows that even though she is as far down the ladder as.