He says nothing as he pulls me to his body, grabs my hair and kisses my hard on my lips. Tearing his lips from mine and biting my neck he whispers in ...y ear “slut” and slaps my arse. I secretly smile.He tells me to start the shower and tells me he wants me in there with him to wash and play! I do as I’m told for once, only because I know it will benefit me. I can feel his eyes devouring me as I walk away, making sure I wiggle my arse and I can sense he is hard for me already. With the shower. He was easy to get to know and I felt comfortable with him. After dinner we strolled a bit along Delancy Street. He told me that he would be staying another week and I could feel myself getting excited about that. I told him that I would be there for the rest of the week too and he smiled and said, ‘well then, perhaps we can keep one another company.’ I told him that I would like that. We decided to go back to my hotel so I could change into something appropriate for strolling on the beach.. Most of the k**ding was good nature d, but there were occasions when, well it could get a little rough. There was a big Swedish guy, and another German guy who seemed to rule the roost, so to say, they kept people from hassling me when they were around. At 5'7" and 130 pounds I wasn't very big, and I was not into confronting people, about some of the crap I ran into, mainly because I wanted/needed that job, and let most of it roll off of my back. One day I went into the steam room and. I’ve never been a fan of Christmas stuff, I find it more of a hassle then its worth but being with someone makes it worth it. Sitting back down I begin to wrap the last remaining gifts and lose myself in thought of Marc. It has been two weeks since I’ve had sex and I was so horny at the thought of having him here and taking me right here on the couch. I can feel myself climb onto his lap and kiss his tender soft lips with his hands wrapping around me, squeezing my ass making me lean into him.