As the door swung shut behind me I heard heavy breathing behind the curtain. Not the usual sound of someone pissing or shitting, it didnt take a rocke... scientist to figure out someone was getting railed on the other side of this ugly piece of fabric. Usually wifey tells me if she's up to no good. I had been told of nothing so I decided to wait just outside the door after I pissed. Sure enough, out she walks with some guy I hadn't even noticed all night. As she noticed me, she smiled quickly but. .."Sylvie started to put her hands up to her ears, but she realized that nothing would stop Erick from telling his story. She could feel the words piercing her with their horrid meaning, and despite the efforts to block it all out, she could clearly visualize the events that Erick outlined."Well, you see, he asked to have this special girl sent up to the hotel room. She was just a secretary, new at that, but there was something fresh and innocent about her... not like the others who are always. What did it mean. I felt weird eating my own cum after jacking off, sometimes off a fake cock, but loved it. I always wanted to be dominated, sought online experiences, phone sex, dreamnt about being the "party favor" in a sex party, for both women and men. I'd sometimes knell, taking a large butt plug and inserting in my ass while sucking on a fake cock and then clean up the mess I made by licking it off my floor. I had no clue who I was. I didn't tell anyone. One Saturday afternoon I was. I want to orgasm. He touches my asshole again this time pushing inside slightly. Over and over a little further each time. Mmmm I could cum. Suddenly I feel it open wider and wider as he pushes my vibrating buttplug into me. Guess the drawer was open. As he pushes it right in he cups my pussy pressing down. I buck and he starts rubbing quickly. Brushing my clit each time. I want to cum. I want to cum. He climbs on the bed. Spreads my legs even further. He pushes 2 fingers into me roughly..