My erect dick looked like a pitched tent under the fabric of my shorts. She walked over to me and began caressing me with her body. It felt veerrrry...good. She then whispered to me again, "Close your eyes and picture one of your fantasy women. Imagine what she looks like... her face, her body, everything. Picture it." I did as she commanded and closed my eyes. I had the perfect vision in my head. The girl had shoulder length blonde hair, soft facial features with bright red pouty lips,. Somewhat bemused and a little grateful for the distraction from your horny wistfulness, you turn back to the instructions page. You're a little startled that the obnoxious color of the sticky note seems to have faded - or maybe that headbump made it look more vivid than it really is? You read the instructions.Statement: The world runs on rules. Schools and companies have their handbooks. Neighborhoods have their homeowners associations. Even countries have their laws. There are rules written. ’ I responded: ‘Really?’ She replied with emphases: ‘Yes, really!’ I asked: ‘Do you think she will want to?’ She responded: ‘You can count on it – She doesn’t know it but she has been waiting for you. She has been waiting a long time for you.’ She ran her hand over my chest touching my pacemaker. She asked what it was and I explained. She placed her hands over my heart with a look of intense concentration. Her hands became warm even hot. She shifted them several times. I felt wonderful, more. Her black trousers are tailored to hug her butt and legs. Her black ankle boots make her look taller than the 5'10" she is. "What's your name slut? Your making to much noise. You need to be quiet. Open your mouth bitch. "The hotel manager pulled a small ball with leather straps from her pocket. Popped it in her mouth then firmly pulled the leather straps around her head and secured them tightly. "That should do it. Could you resume fucking your whores ass please" "Ok" I mounted Angela again..