There was no do not disturb sign so I knocked on the door to see if anyone was inside (curiously). To my surprise and luck she answered the door, full... dressed of course but no nylons, regardless she still looked stunning as I remembered. I offered to service her room or provide change of towels. She said she would be leaving soon and wanted the room made anyway. I told her I would come back later and she said I could start on her room right away as she was just on her way out. I didn't refuse. " She added two and blinked twice. USER A: "get her to slap her cunt." Me; "you've had your warning user A. Ban him," and another one was gone, once he'd gone however I added "do it", oh I was going catch later on... She removed her finger, glistening just a little and instead slapped herself, I was surprised at just how hard she did so; the report of it was shocking in the silence. Well I might just as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb... "good girl, keep it up." USER C: "oh,. During that time I hadn’t had an orgasm since the one in my office. Baxter’s sexual hold on me was gone. Jim never disappoints me. All I needed was his dick inside me and an injection of his sperm and all thoughts of Baxter were gone.The next morning I was dressed to the nines in my business suit, white blouse with no bra. silk stockings and my sling back, peep toe four inch heels.I texted him and asked him to meet me at the The Golden Spur so we could talk. The plan was Baxter shows up and is. I felt a disconnection on his part, almost as if we both knew it was our last fuck together. I blocked out the realization that night, just for the small amount of time long enough to get my pussy to swallow more of him, than ever before and truly come, for the first time, ever... Waves of memories still flood me at the most inopportune moments, making my lower lips throb, and my mouth dry... Like now, as I sit here, staring vacantly out the front window of the ice cream shop I work at..