Relaxed, I just let it go. It dripped out of my pussy then rolled down the tub, around my belly, big tits, and finally pooling up where I'd closed the...drain. I half thought about just sleeping there, but knew it wasn't really practical. So I rinsed off, toweled dry, and stumbled into bed.I had one more session, the next day. I was off that day, which explains why I was willing to stay up all night playing with myself. I'd eaten some breakfast (or more like lunch by this time), puttered around. "Have a pleasant stay, sir."* * *The key had a big plastic cactus on it, the green all but faded away.Coincidentally, as if in imitation of the sign, one of its arms wasbroken off. Walt slid the key into the doorknob and turned on the light.Functional, that was the best way to describe the room. Brown and goldwas the scheme to whatever color there was. A slight smell of mold."Well, it'll look better in the dark," he said.Marcia walked over to the rickety, scarred dresser. She couldn't. " Well then if it's Dorothy and not Ashlyn who's being such a pill, then maybe I shouldn't mind so much giving her what she has coming to her. Are you saying you want some more, Dorothy?"Phil was angered by his daughter's continuing rebelliousness. He didn't lose control, but he did let his feelings guide his hand for a few moments as he gave Ashlyn 3 consecutive slaps that were definitely harder than the first ones. When he took his hand away after the third spank he could see that the spot. As I mentioned in the first part of this story, I have a small room, really a cabin I use as an escape from the stress of every day life. It is a place to read, to reflect, but most importantly a place to enjoy sex. It is rustic and yet offers a certain level of refinement; a nice sound system, an overstuffed leather couch, a small kitchenette, and an entertainment sized bed.The next day I was somewhere between nervous, excited, and scared. In only a few short hours I had come to know this.