I knew he will try to break free. I locked his hands and his body with my leg and started slapping me. He was struggling to break free.With every slap... I said, “Stop struggling,” and will spit on his face again. He slowly stopped struggling and started crying. I knew he was so close to breaking. I should break down that last wall now. “Stop crying now,” I said.He slowly controlled his cry and it came to a stop in some time. I released him and asked him to get up. He stood up. I walked around. We can walk there in 5 minutes and have some fun if you're interested?" Hell yes!"We walk over and yak about one thing and another. I learn that he lives about three hours from here. He is a chef and is here applying for a job at Days Inn. They comp'd him the room overnight. His name is Stan. He is a thirty three year old bachelor. We get to the room. I suggest that we both get naked. I go into the bathroom and grab a couple of towels. When we are buck-naked, I tell him to lay on his back on. ” she mewled.“Don’t call me professor,” he said automatically, watching, inhaling. “Technically ... I’m ... um...”“Well, technically that’s true, because the director called an hour ago to cancel everything tonight. It’s just us, and technically, we’ll be the only ones cumming.”The radiators hissed and sputtered while Rena’s dew-flushed petals made Stone think of anything but the reality of the unseasonably harsh climate just beyond the large windows. Her open, almost coppery thighs and humid. He told himself he should be awake by now, that he didn't want to be fucked, even if it was by a beautiful woman. Yet...it felt nice. He felt pleasantly full. Not like when he had to use the bathroom, no. It was different. She pushed, he felt her shaved crotch meet his. She struck something inside him that made exquisite sensations of pleasure ripple through his body. No, not struck. Squeezed. Her girth put pressure on something. It felt...good. She eased back and sank into him again. "Oh,.