I can still feel. Wait, wait please!She prayed in fevered anguish for the drug to work, to cover her nakedness with the invisible cloak of unconscious...ess.But it didn't."Remember, my friend, fifteen minutes for your two dollars, no more," the voice of the Arab reminded cheerfully from the hallway. "And do not mark the girl."The squeak of the rat resounded through the room as it heard its master's voice from the distance. It was hungry and the harsh scratching sounds of its paws clawing against. “Mmm, you have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen,” she said, feeling my cock hard again. She rocked her dripping pussy over the bulge, letting it massage her pussy and clit.“It’s a big one, darling. I’m nine inches. I'm going to make sure you feel every inch, if you want," I told her.“Oooh, Frank, baby, I’m going to rock your world," Becky said. “Now that I have you all to myself for now, why don’t you just lay back and let me suck your big fat cock. “Anything you say, sexy girl!" I said. Becky. Myeyes glance briefly at his crotch and I can see he has enjoyed theshow but is trying to hide the fact that he did."I will take another," I inform him and ask, "Can I use your restroomfor a moment?" He stammers directions and still looks a littleconfused. I try not to wiggle to the bathroom and grab my bag on theway.I quickly get the man clothing off and start on my makeup. It is donequickly. The thigh hi's are black with lace tops, I take care gettingthem on and enjoy every moment it. The. “I’m Amy. You are?” “Ian. I’m Ian O’Connell.” I had to say it twice, as if I needed reassurance that it was really me, Ian O’Connell, inviting this goddess, this marvel of the female sex, back to my room. “It is a pleasure, Ian. Now, you were saying something about needing to be escorted back to your room?” She took another slow drag on the cigarette, and something inside of me trembled, knowing what was to come. Her hand again in mine, we started towards the lifts. My hand shook a bit as I.