‘Please, baby, please,’ I almost whine, ‘Fuck me. I want your cock in me. Fuck me. Fuck me.’ You rise to kneel and yank my panties off then q...ickly remove your boxers and position yourself between my spread legs. Surely you can see the hunger in my eyes as I see yours. You press yourself against my dripping slit and forcefully bury your cock deep within me as I let out a cry. You know I want it hard, you can read me so well. With as wet as I am, you don’t have ease into it, you don’t have to. I’m getting hungry already,” I said as I walked out of the office. I walked to the hotel and went straight to the desk. “So good to have you back Senora,” the desk man said. Just my luck he remembered me. “Mr. Allen called and instructed me to give you the key to his room.”Now I was beginning to feel a little like one of Heidi Fleiss’s two-grand-a-day call girls who catered to the rich and powerful in Hollywood. The thought “Why am I doing this for free?” actually ran through my mind.The desk. Allowing it to sit for a bit, she then took a scrub brush and cleanedStan's body. Hair fell like rain until he was completely bald. The doctorthen set up an I.V. tube to Stan and let a new chemical drip into him. "Thisis a nutrients drip to keep you alive. Oh yes, every one of these women inthis gallery are alive and very conscious of their surroundings. Anyway,that's all for today. I'll be back tomorrow to see how you're doing."And days slowly passed for Stan. He felt it becoming more and more. On the weekends, she visited her sister in Cleveland. Paul had taught her how to drive and bought her a car so she no longer had to deal with catching busses and cabs. She was thinking of all the things this man had done for her and hers. He found her brother-in-law a job when the company he worked for folded. He paid the bills for her sister until they were back on their feet, and he was paying for the children's private schooling. The children loved Paul and called him Uncle Paul, so much to.