I had no immediate worries. I had time to think, time to think about my writing and to plan where I was going to go next for my next bout of photogr...phy.” “No, that’s not what I asked. I asked how being in a hotel made you feel, not how you felt on the road.” “Oh.” I thought about that for a moment as I walked onto the balcony. “I don’t really know what you mean. If it was a hotel like the one in Topeka, I felt like shit. But the one in Memphis was pretty. ‘I’m not a child!’ I protested. ‘I’m almost twenty-one! You can’t punish me!’ Her expression never changed, but my clothing exploded away from me, leaving my naked body pinned helplessly against the wall. My eyes widened as my entire body blushed. ‘Arrogant, too. Hmmm. No matter. That can be fixed as well. You think yourself superior, but you can be turned into a playtoy at will,’ she said. *I don’t think so,* I thought, although I didn’t say it out loud. ‘Yes, you can,’ she said, and she fixed. Not wanting to spray his load all over, he covered the pulsating head of his rod and promptly evacuated his molten seed into the apparel.His butt-cheeks seized tightly as he began pumping the last remaining drops, filling the panties with his hot sticky white goo. Gary tightened his grip on his member and was able to milk out a tad more of his cum. He let out a heavy sigh, and his legs felt almost weak and rubbery… yet his orgasm felt wonderful and very relieving.He tucked the panties back into. The photographer story was familiar to him... it was based a bit on what happened to someone we both knew. Though it had been exaggerated a lot, he still had caught onto it.I was feeling pretty tipsy now, and I excused myself to go to the restroom. When I pulled down my panties, they were soaked. I hadn't wet myself, it was just that my pussy was so wet from talking about sex with him. He's a pretty sexy guy, and some of the things he was saying really got me turned on. I had no idea how wet I.