Alana ran and closed the door. She said "stand in the center of the room with me". They both walked to the center of the room. "There is something her... we are not seeing. Something hidden." She looked around very slowly and then spoke again. "Stand and be very still. Take small, slow breaths." He looked at her intently, nodding his head in agreement. So far she had never been wrong.As he stood and watched, she reached into a very small purple pouch and pulled out a handful of powder. It was a. She felt she was supposed to be always subservient to them. But this was different. The interest of her masters trumped any other consideration.The man, suddenly terrified that she knows who he is, laid the money by the sink with a trembling hand.--- "Please take your 15 percent." --- she lifted her head, to look up at him --- "After all, I'm your whore now." --- she said in a sweet voice, suggestively smearing the cum over her small chest bumps.He took the counted amount, and started to. She was filled with anxiety and her stomach was in knots. When the elevator stopped, she got off and headed for room 720. When she reached it, she stood there for a couple of minutes debating on whether or not she was making the smart move. Feeling like she was selling her soul to the devil himself, she reached up and knocked on the door.She was standing there with her backpack hanging on one shoulder when the door opened and a different man was standing there. He smiled brilliantly at her and. I felt my ass get filled. I gave up trying to figure it all out. Ann now pulled the dick out of me and offered it to my mouth as usual, I sucked it dry. To my surprise I felt a hand on my dick then a mouth cleaning up my mess, I could not wait to fuck her again. I did not even care if I lasted a minute or an hour. “Open your mouth,” I heard my wife say as I was brought back into reality. I felt my normal big dick, the strap on, ease into my mouth. I could taste my wife’s pussy from it. I.