" Uh huh?" We didn't do anything..." Okay..." But..." He was nice to you?" Yeah."That wasn't all of it, either. "Spit it out, Son. There's nothing you...can say that will set me off." I think he, uh, likes my ass," Pete said finally."Okay," I replied, "How do you feel about that?" Weird." Weird, how?" Well..."I chuckled. "Son, I can read you like a book, so just come out with it." It, uh, might be nice..." Might be," I agreed."I've never done it." Well, you can ask him -- or are you asking me?" I. “Get, the fuck, out.”She took a step towards the chair where her bra and panties were tossed.“What are you doing,” Scott said. “I didn’t say you could have those. Hell no, I’m keeping ‘em. They’re better off with a homeless woman than with you.”He pulled her by the arm to the door, slapped her hard on the butt one last time, pushed her naked ass out into the hallway.Before closing the door, he grabbed a hotel keycard he had taped to the wall next to the door and flung it at her. It hit her in. His smile was sweet and sensual, his head dipped and he tasted her lips once more. With the odd shimmer filtering between their interlocked fingers, the kiss deepened until she managed to regain her senses, at least partially. Shoving her freed hand between them, she managed to push herself free, gasping for breath, fighting to clear her mind. ‘Stop,’ she commanded. She felt him struggle with himself, caught up in his own needs. Without further word, he took reign. Blowing out a breath, he. You just flipped me over and starting fucking me. You had no doubt that you could go for as long as it took for me to beg you to stop. -- "After a while I could see that you weren't getting tired and you weren't intending to stop. I didn't believe it, but you kept going like a machine. I realized that something much more important than sex was happening, and then I realized that my view of our relationship was very wrong. -- "All my life I've dreamed of finding my Mr. Right. I'd found him and.