I couldn’t tell you exactly when or how our conversations grew more intimate, but it was clear that the anonymity and distance made us both feel saf.... I seem to recall that the next step, no pun intended, started with her feet – one night she wrote that she’d been at meetings all day, formal corporate things, and her feet hurt from wearing heels for ten hours. I suggested that she needed a foot rub…she asked if I’d do the honors…and it seemed natural. One night I asked her for an email address.. They entered the lobby and walked up to the desk, where an attractive young woman sat. "Two singles please," Greg said. "Together, if possible." Sure," she smiled. She turned and typed something into the nearby computer. "Rooms 19 and 20. That's this first building," she said, pointing out the window, "second floor, far end."Greg handed her his credit card. Allison and Rachael took the two keys that she gave them and headed out to the car to grab what luggage they needed for the night while. Even thanked them for my 'punishment' so we could get past it. My blood ran cold when Brenda said "just a minute. Not everyone has had a chance to get even." I couldn't think of any woman i had fucked here that had not just beat my ass. Until Sandy walked up. Sandy - the gay guy. The one I had been razzing for months about being a 'fag' 'cocksucker' etc.Brenda was still holding me by the ball-leash bent over the table - and as Sandy walked around behind me I braced for another hard spanking on. Duval was driving purposefully down the highway towards the big booty boi. All of a sudden, traffic began to swell. He pumped the brakes on his red metallic Chevy Silverado 1500 Crew Cab pickup truck. He inched along until he was able to increase his speed. He pulled into the parking lot of the Rosings Glen apartment complex. He texted Mouse to let him know he was outside.Mouse opened the door and smiled, “Hey, daddy!”“Damn, bitch! You look good as fuck,” Duval shared.“Thanks, D! Would you like.