I stopped near the top which wasnt very far up but my car couldnt be seen. i wound window down to about half way so windows didnt get steamed. It was ...ust starting to get light i had a look around and couldnt see anyone so i pulled my trousers and pants to ankles and started to wank my hard cock. i lost all concentration on surroundings and was just focused on wanking. Id been wanking about 20-25 mins when i heard a cough to my window. I looked and a woman was standing staring at me with her. "You know I care. I want to see her just as badly as you do." Then show it, dammit!" That's not fair, Rach!" He stared fixedly at me. "I've been by your side this entire damned weekend glued to the fucking TV, hoping for news that she lived."Guilt flooded me. "Sorry," I muttered, then let out a frustrated scream and pounded on the side of the SUV.He kissed my forehead. "I know."Finally the convoy fought through the crowd and we pulled up at the Hotel Murano. I almost tripped and fell on my face. “My daddy doesn’t love me any more.”“That’s terrible”, he said. “But I could be your Daddy!”“I’m confused. What does that mean?”“A pimp is really a Daddy to his girls. He looks after them, he cares for them. He ensures that they have pretty clothes and the best food and the best drugs and booze. Does that sound good to you?”“Yes, but we’re both anonymous. How could that work?”“Well, for the time being, I could be your virtual Daddy until you decide you want to meet me. Would you like that. She does finally enter the room after she has shut off the water only to blindfold me and leave me there. An hour or two have passed, my mouth has been gagged so long I’m hoping it will just go numb. I hear the sound of high heels as Mistress approaches. My cock wants to come to life but it can’t. Mistress walks around me, making the loudest sound I’ve ever heard heels make, and then disappears, leaving me to listen to those heels click in the distance. She must have done something in the.