I watched as his fit, young body wriggled on the bed and his tight, firm, brown ass raised up and down. Yes, I could not help but notice, but i wasn�...t going to admit it! “You gotta get dressed and go” I told him, but he didn’t listen. He just smiled and looked at me. He then slid to his knees, on all fours and arched his back, exposing his tight little brown hole. “ You’re not gay for me?” he asked. “No!” i responded, but the feeling in my pants told me I was lying. “You don’t want this?”. I was rather pleased to see that the original decorations had been retained, with large gilt-framed mirrors around the walls, and rather fine chandeliers. The only clue to its current use was the rich ruby wallpaper, and a small stage at one end of the room.We were shown to a small table by the attendant, who was suitably dressed in eighteenth-century costume, complete with powdered wig. Once we were comfortably seated in the plush armchairs, we were approached by a female attendant, also in. Hey you want to drive a few hours now. Sure pull over and ill take over. I got out and stated to walk around to change with her, But instead of her getting out she put her leg over the consol and as I looked through he window I saw her red panties right to her crouch, Man that made me hard as a rock. As I walked around to the other side I fixed my cock so my hard on wasn’t so noticeable. Well I adjusted the rear view mirror, not so I could see out the back, but so I could see her legs and maybe. Instead, you look into those eyes, glistening with feigned love and know she is holding on to you, tricking you into believing she's saving you from your inevitable descent into pitch-blackness. Yet you know she is taking advantage of her position of power over your demise, wielding it to hurt you as she sees fit.Following her into her bedroom like a puppet unable to cut its strings—a fish caught on a line—her scent, the smell of her room fill your nostrils, wringing your heart with each flash.