If this married trained slut did this, then I knew we had her fully hooked and getting close to being trained.I called, she answered. I said, "get rea...y Laura my slut" she said, "yes master"With that I stopped at the hotel front desk and got my key. The clerk, she knew what was up, a clean conservative looking mommy wearing a wedding ring, shy and nervous, checking in, then me, a hot, t shirt and tight jean wearing biker sweaty and tanned from the ride.I went to the door, opened it and there. "I was shocked. "You got fired?" You don't have to announce it to the whole world," she said."Oh hell, getting fired is nothing," I said. "If you don't get fired once in a while, you're not worth the trouble of firing. Is your boss an asshole?" Damn right," she said."Well, then, why give his opinion any validity by listening to it? What was his problem?" Maybe we should go sit down," she said.We went over to one of the tables, a row or two back from the stage so the skinny dancer on stage. I began to pant as waves of pleasure rocketed through my body, faster and faster, until all of a sudden I screamed out loud until I reached orgasm. It was so powerful, I laid back, limp, my body going floppy. “Oh Daddy…” I whimpered. He laughed huskily, “I’m not done with you yet gorgeous.” “But my head Daddy,” I sat up facing him. He kissed me, making it spin further. I undid his blue shirt, exposing his perfect, marble chest. His defined stomach muscles were what I found as I threw it to. Again she lifted her hips slightly to accommodate his touch towards her front. She felt him lift the string of her g-string. He slid his fingers down her ass crease, across. But not touching her ass hole, and where her pussy lips came together. He held the string away from her ass and continued to caress her.Shilpa was lost completely in deep-pleasure. A soft moan betrayed the sensuality of his touch and the effect on her. She squirmed her hips against his fingers, squeezed her cheeks together..