I just get a beerand think about that. I'll even call up and make her appointment. Yea,this sounds better all the time.She came home with her mother, ...hey brought home a casserole, Good, andI'm fucking hungry."My mother says it's a boy, a healthy boy. Mama wants a girl, but Iwill have a boy for you. I'll name him Pat after your father," shetells me.She goes on about baby clothes, fucking baby cribs and things. Fuckher. I tell her about her appointment."No, God, Please... NO, No, I can't, I. We touched each other for a while. I felt her chest and pinched her nipples, she giggled and said that tickled. She pulled my dick, and it started getting hard. She giggled and asked why does it do that,I said I didn't know. When we finished examining each other, I put the panties on,and the top. They felt good, and the top was snug, with a kind of padding that went across my chest. I said how's that,she stamped her foot and handed me the dress. I took it from her and lifted it over my head.. Brought the girl who’d questioned his authority to the place where it would be demonstrated to her in such unequivocal terms.Then left, without so much as a glance.Ten minutes ago? Thirty? Hard to keep track of time.Too long. Not long enough.Her eyes kept glancing to the polished wooden contraption in the centre of the high, bare cell. Glancing, looking away, steeling herself, glancing back. The leather ties that would bind her ankles. Looking away. Looking away. The smooth, dark wood over. During this time I’d be checking guests in and out…there were also ‘hourly’ customers, during the day and until about 11 pm. Sometimes I’d go to the desk and just stand there with cum leaking out of me and slowly running down my thighs. If we were disturbed in the middle of sex I’d just push the sarong down and take care of business then get right back in bed. Some of the fucking and some of my orgasms were pretty loud. I know that some of the guests heard it because of the ‘looks’ I got from.