Suddenly he removes his hands from me completly. "What's wrong?" He looks at me and says, "Master. Call me Master." "OK, Master what is wrong?" "...tand next to the table and lean over. Lay your cheek on the table top." Before I know it, Master has smacked my ass. Wait what? *SMACK* Oh I kind of like that. I look up and notice people are starting to stare at us, but the waitress isn't saying anything. *SMACK* "I said lay your cheek on the table top." I put my face back down, somewhat. After I carried her bags to her room, she said she was going to freshen up a bit and asked if I could fix her a vodka martini which I promptly did after changing into a pair of light blue silk pajama bottoms and white t-shirt. I made myself one as well and took both to the den where she joined me. She still wore exactly what she had on from her trip. She sat on the other end of the red sofa from me and took a sip of her drink. "This is so good. I am really beginning to feel relaxed. Would you. .it won't hurt if you, relax."Kate was rubbing my cock through my pants, her breath was hot and heavy, she was obviously extremely turned on. She continued:"You pulled out your finger from my ass and once again grabbed my wrist. I could feel your cock pressing against my tiny pussy's back wall. It hurt. Then you thrusted back and forth, slapping my face. My body burned. I bit the blanket and screamed. ”I could feel your cock slide all the way into my virgin pussy. I wriggle my hips, trying to. ."With the woman gone the man smiled at me reassuringly. "I'm sure we can work all this out," he said. "Now, be a good little girl and hitch yourself up onto the table, lay back, open you legs and enjoy yourself."While I got busy doing what I had been asked, he concentrated on removing his jacket, trousers and underpants. Am I allowed to say that many men look a little ridiculous when dressed only in a shirt, socks and shoes? Well, if I am, he was one of them! Anyway, he returned his attention.