“I am Jack and hail from Montreal."I smiled encouragingly and replied, "Nice to meet you, Jack. I am Lindsey." Taking this as an invitation he aske..., “Do you mind if I walked with you?” Jack was about five foot eight inches tall, with black curly thinning hair. I guessed he was in his late forties or early fifties. We continued to talk. I knew he was watching me. He repeated to me again that I was beautiful. I was dying to get laid, so I waited for an opening to feel out the situation. When I. Meeting Claire and her gimp Rose booked a local hotel in New york for us. We registed and were shown to our room that we had booked as Mr and Mrs Johnson. Rose unpacked our suitcases and layed out the things we were going to wear to meet Claire, my e-mail pal. She was going to wear a vinyl tight bondage courset dress that she looks dead sexy in, and her tall thigh-high vinyl 5" heel fetish boots and Me, just my biker boots black t-shirt and black leather pants which I wear well. Rose was. I saw a guy who was masturbating hard. I touched my bare pussy lips and pleasured myself as I witnessed the whole situation on the next booth. But then I let out an unexpected moan. The man quickly turned his head, to find me staring at his hard dick. My face flushed red as I had been caught and I jumped off the toilet. I put my thong on again and opened the door hoping to make a quick escape. As I was about to leave I was pulled in the opposite direction. “Not so fast, babe…” A deep voice said. The door clunks shut. He lopes across the large room to the far side of the desk and plops his rotund butt into his big leather chair. His suit buttons strain even further as he points me towards the low backed plebeian's chair facing him. The desk divides us and he reaches into the middle of it for a tissue to mop his brow while I take a seat. To keep my mini from riding up to an obscene level I wriggle back a little in the chair and tug at the hem. Again Raymond's beady little eyes wander,.