The cool fall air rushed in, hitting my mostly exposed body. I heard him stride in. There I was on my knees, in his shadow. The door closed. "You can ...ook up now, cock sucker." I heard him step closer. "And open your mouth." I looked up at him. He was wearing brown loafers, a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and a thick brown belt. I could see the bulge in his pants. I could see the strength in his forearms. My heart started to race as I thought about what was happening. I was nervous, but intensly. I was in front of the hotel when the bombs went off and ran up the stairs to see if anyone was trapped. I found a little girl who had been abandoned by her babysitter and carried her out to her mother. It was nothing." That seemed to satisfy her because she was more interested in talking than listening, and she plowed right on, as if I hadn't spoken. "I'm sorry we left you, but Daddy insisted we get out of Las Vegas right after they stopped the show and told everyone to leave, so the staff. That man knew my house…To the second door to the right; he pulled me into my bedroom.....He threw me to the bed, holding my face into the pillow until I stopped struggling. He let me up enough to breathe again and I waited to see if I had an escape.I could not go anywhere; I knew it. I wanted to move, but my body would not listen. When he locked the door, I knew I was stuck. He came to me and laid his body full on mine.The pressure was almost unbearable.He did not say a word. It made me. ” I heard her say as she backed off. I rolled over, making sure the small towel fell off the table as I did. I wanted her to see my cock. No, I NEEDED her to see it. The voyeur in me shattered to the surface as I proudly displayed my hardness for this total stranger. Much like when I first got naked in the room, there was some immense sense of taboo satisfaction in knowing that this person who I have never even seen before is now audience to my most private and exposed parts. No one except.