"There's a major storm around Chicago, sir. We've been diverted to Cleveland," she said, smiling pleasantly as though this was good news."Cleveland? W...at the hell are we going to do in Cleveland?" Wait for the storm to clear. I'm sure it won't be too long."They held us on the plane for an hour in Cleveland, then the pilot told us we could get off and stretch our legs if we wanted to. Not a good sign. When I got into the terminal, the flight board showed 'CANCELLED' next to every flight heading. You slap me hard and I can feel burning welts of the impression your hands leaves. It's difficult to remain silent, but I bite my lip and hold back the yelps.There is some more movement just outside the door and I hear the man standing there unzip his trousers. I catch a glimpse of his underwear right before it too is pushed down his legs to join his trousers around his ankles. A moment later, a large, half-erect cock is presented through the hole right in front of my face."Suck it," you say.I. His body started to tense up and shake also and as I cum for what seemed like the hundredth time he too came, filling my mouth, infact over filling it, I swallowed (as if I had any other choice) as he was so far down the back of my throat, the cum ran down my chin and I could feel it dripping onto my neck, I turned my head and he slipped out of my mouth and as he still cum my back once again arched as I once again cum, as I slowly started to stop shaking his body was finally laying next to. The manicurist’s lotioned hands reminded me of the time on the beach after dusk in Santa Cruz when Michael rubbed my feet deeply and tenderly to the point I my swimsuit was already wet between my legs before we floated into the water to make love in the waves. The internal conflict was draining and was compounded by not having several nights of solid sleep. I sought solace back in the hotel room where I tried to lull myself to sleep by running my hands over my unclothed body. My hands grazed up.