"Let me check my panties." A beat. "Oh yes." Oh God." I could tell that he was way ahead of me. "Oh God." Don't you wanna save yourself for our dat...?" Missy, I can go all night long. Oh God! Ohhhhh..." Hello?" Oh God, that was so good." Sounds like my work is done here," I giggled."You are so hot, baby!" And we haven't even met." Don't worry, we will. Where can I take you for dinner?" Hmmmm...there's a nice restaurant at my hotel." Where are you staying?" The Interconti." Perfect, what. "It's true," I said, "and now it's time to get dressed for lunch." But I don't want to get dressed," she pouted, "I'm your slut now and sluts don't wear clothes." She has a point there, sir," commented Matt, "she looks much nicer as she is. Tell you what, I'll go and get you something from the buffet if you want." Thanks," I mused, "but it'll be better if I went, I don't suppose you are allowed to leave your post." No, not really," he admitted."Ok, love," I said, "I'll leave you here in Matt's. Her eyes widened. She was already wet. I withdrew my finger and repositioned myself between her spread open legs, smiling as I slipped my tool into her virgin pussy. She winced only slightly as I pushed past her hymen rhythmically began to pound her pussy. I grunted with each hip thrusts and she matched my grunts with an “Oh!” She stiffened and exclaimed as she entire body shook, “Oh my gawd! I’m cuming!” “Oh yeah baby!” Kristie exclaimed from the doorway. I glanced back over my shoulder at. I longed to feel it on the bell of my ass cheek, but he was striking where he wanted—the top of my ass cheek and on the side. It stung and I tensed. The stripes came at irregular intervals and I couldn’t predict where they would land. “What where you born to do?” he asked me. I smiled as I answered, “I was born to serve you, Sir,” I said. “Then, come,” he said as he fucked his slave’s pussy with rough, animalistic strokes. The beting had stopped and I felt the walls of my pussy contract at his.