I stood up and said "I'm done, heading for the showers" as I pulled my T-shirt off over my head and undid my jeans. As I pulled them down and my full ...rection came free of them they all chuckled at me but I ignored them, got my towel and soap and headed out the door. In the shower room, I turned on one of the heads and waited for the hot water to arrive. When the water heated up I adjusted it then stepped under the spray. I was standing there under the spray, letting the hot water cascade over. Right on the mouth.Then he grabbed me really hard—he’s terribly strong—and started groping my crotch.I did the only thing I could think of, I jerked away as much as I could and slapped him across the face.For the moment it stopped him; he kind of pushed me away and I fell back into the chair. But then he started stripping as fast as he could until he was buck naked and I knew it wasn’t going to go well.Or I thought I knew. I looked away from him so I wouldn’t have to see it coming, and I. They remained in it for about two hours. Theycame out showered and changed.I was changed too; I was now furious. I counseled myself to be patient.I followed them back to the conference centre. I lost track of them inthe crowded lobby. I rejoined the conference but my mind was elsewhere.I plotted my revenge. My dear blessed reader: of course you know what Idid. This FictionMania! Yes: the entire French maid thing. Hormones,Hypnosis. "Discipline training," as that large lady had called. She decided to try experimenting on her own and began to vary the speed. She would go slow and then pick up speed, bobbing up and down a few quick times, before slowing down once more. Hunter’s moans would escalate when she would speed up, but then become deep pants when she slowed the pace.“Fuck Baby Girl. You’re driving me crazy,” he groaned.Faith smiled around his shaft. Turnabout was fair play she decided, as she kept licking and stoking him. She started going faster and faster, sucking him.