"I hope you've enjoyed your stay so far?"When he released her hand, Zach returned and placed a cold glass in it without a word, but he was eyeing Vict...r with a possessive glint in his eyes."Zach, this is Victor Montoya, the hotel manager. Victor, this is my escort for the evening, Zach Gilbert. He was just asking how I was enjoying my stay." She kept the smile off her face as she lifted the neat shot to her lips, tasting the flavors of banana and blackcurrant along with the heat of the rum.Zach. I felt my first orgasm that afternoon and I drained the batteries from my clock, my portable radio and my portable cassette player (we did not have CD players then). I used it so much I felt raw down there, but as sore as I was, I wanted that feeling again. Mom always gets home around 6:30 so I made sure everything was back in place before she got home.I stayed in my room in my bed all day and I was on my laptop just as Mom got home. She came in to see me and asked what I was doing, I showed. She used her free hand to rub my left ass check, brushing me. She then maliciously sped up the orgasm I was about to have by increasing her shake, and began to shudder, and having those convulsions typical or a woman cumming. It was her tenth orgasm that day. I made one last effort to withstand a few minutes more, but at that moment Merche had one hand free: well, yes, a swiftly and accurately, swang her hand to stuck her middle finger inside my ass. I couldn't stand it any. ... I just mentally crumbled.I walked over and faced him. My hand reached out between his legs and I felt the rubbery flaps of his (His? Yep, HIS) vulva. Well engorged... and the huge clitoris. I could draw the hood back over it, like with my own foreskin. And I did this, back and forth several times until he stopped me."Did I tell you I wanted a handjob? Get down there."A hand on my shoulder pushed me to my knees. I was kneeling on the tiled floor of the shower, water streaming down onto both.