”“David, it’s—it—it—it—no. Just no.”He held my face and kissed my cheek. “You’re beautiful, Ms. Dellucci. I’ll text you later.�... He saw the anger in my face. “Well, it’s not like I’m your first,” he added. “Right?”He left me there, stunned. I paused for a moment. Then I asked, “What are you talking about?”“And we won’t tell anyone,” he said by the door.“We?”“Chewy and me,” he said with a shrug. “You know Chewy. He likes you. He wants next.”I found my chair and sat in it, still processing what. The giggle shared between the two desk clerks confirmed thati was not exactly totally covered, perhaps not exactly covered at all, but iknew it could have been worse; a lot worse. When the elevator doors opened, butbefore W/we entered, Master removed His jacket from slave?s shoulders and iwas, again, naked. Back in Master?s room i just wanted to fall on the bed andpass out. Master, of course, had other ideas and, i confess, as Master?swonderful cock got long and hard and was sliding in and out. I had an epiphany following a Lynyrd Skynyrd moment. It was just like the song"Gimme Three Steps"except the place was Ron's not The Jug, and her name wasn't Linda Lu, it was Sandra, or Mona, or some shit like that. I didn't ask him to give me three steps, I took them. What had started out as a typical Friday night changed my life forever.I was in a bar in Deer Park dancing with my intended conquest for the night. I hadn't even gotten around to figuring out if she was married or not. I knew all. As he pulled out I felt his spunk oozing from my pussy and down my legs forming, almost, a stream of thick, glistening spunk. He turned me round, wiping his used cock onto my shirt and tie then across my face leaving me like a cum stained whore, turning to Steve he motioned to him to kneel and had him clean my juices and his spunk from his dwindling cock, "Good boy", he laughed as the ,before now, horny heterosexual twenty two year old feasted on the black prick that had so recently shagged me.