I waited and waited. It seamed like a very long time, but I finally heard the door open and close. My heart raced as I could hear someone walk ov...r past me. He went into the bathroom and I could hear the fan come on and him undressing. The fan turned off an I could hear him walk up to me . Next I felt his cock head at my lips and I opened my mouth wide, His cock was already hard as a steel pole. At first, He let me go at my own pace as I bobbed up and down on his cock. He then. I am here to make your stay pleasant and relaxing. My name is Simone." She held the cut glass goblet for him to take. "Mimosa?" Simone smiled into his confused eyes as he sipped the orange juice and champagne."Thanks...uh...this is good." You have never enjoyed a good Mimosa, cher'?" No. I don't think so." Ah, cher'... we drink these for breakfast on Maison Cadeaux. It is a tradition. Before, during and after our morning toilette. You must not be from around here. " Actually, I'm from Denver.. All I could do was whimper. My cunt felt so wet. I knew I couldn’t possibly want what they were trying to do to me- my body was just trying to prevent me from getting hurt. It was a natural instinct I told myself. The man between my legs grinned as he moved over me, and rubbed his thick black cock over my pussy. He whacked my pussy with his large cock head. Suddenly I felt his thickness sliding home in me. I thought that I was losing my virginity all over again. He began to pound himself. Yet, she is not a failure, and considers herself quite capable of handling herself under any circumstances. In fact, she is pretty much completely fearless!”He sat up and kissed Cherrill before continuing; “You see, Red, you’ve got – what ... twenty, maybe twenty five years of human responses to avoid pain and injury programmed into your mind. It will take time to get used to the fact that you really can’t be hurt anymore. And you can’t die! That means that I cannot – am not capable – of.