In fact, this is only my third, and probably last, visit. There are just too many other things in this world yet unvisited for me to keep returning to...any one place.As such, I'm not accepted as one of the regulars. Regulars are people who use all their spare time and money to keep returning here time after time. Some actually seem to live here. I don't speak their colloquial shorthand for Highway events, and I clearly don't share their intense interest for anything happening on The Highway, and. Well one night we had fucked and decided to get room service. I was about to get dressed when he said no and for me to lay on the bed naked so the room service guy could check me out. I was okay with that, I knew I was hot and the thought did turn me on. Well the guy brought our food and just as the guy was about to leave Jake told him he could take a ride on me for his tip. The guy looked at me and I smiled a big sexy smile thinking nothing would come of it. I was wrong. The room service guy. A shivering took hold of Her. A thrilling, gleaming new light seemed to come to Her eyes. She moaned softly, moving into a little dance, breasts swaying, Her mound thrust forward, oiled palms falling to Her hips, Her thighs. Fingertips finding and teasing Her labia, gently caressing that spot most sensitive of all, then rising to Her stomach, Her breasts. Again and again in an endless circuit. Until ... "Now," She breathlessly whispered, "Fight." We surged forward and collided in an oiled. There were currently 48 viewers. I wondered who they could possibly be. I could clearly see the bird socks on his legs and could make out some of the details of his bedroom in the background. But he also made sure to get the 18 balloons in the shot behind him. Somehow that made it even worse. How could he do this? This is so dangerous, so reckless. What if someone recognizes him. What if someone knows. I wanted to storm down the hall, burst through his door, and rip the camera off the wall. I.