Something was thrown on the bed. Then my master’s cheerful voice, “Put on your swim suit! We’re going to the pool!”Wait. What?!He must have se...sed my confusion, since he clarified:“There’s a swimming pool in the hotel, did you forget? I told you earlier!”That was not what was concerning me here. We were going to a public swimming pool. Where I’d be wearing a considerably revealing swimming suit. And, consequently, displaying the not so subtle marks that my master had so nicely peppered across. This was serious. It was life and death and being a quitter in this situation would be the end.My lungs burned trying to breathe. Breathing got harder the longer I held on. My hands burned and the muscles in my forearms screamed in agony, but I held on. Then my mind started to take over. My mind told me to just let go. What was the point? I asked myself. My life and family were already ruined far beyond repair. The relationships with everyone I held dear had been destroyed. What the hell was. City ordinances against “booths” in adult bookstores and no sex clubs has resulted in the only anonymous sex being cruising parks or a desolate street, and the police routinely bust married guys. Since I don't want to end up a registered sex offender I fin the motels a little safer. The old motels are pretty much all the same single story motels in a long skinny rectangle shape. The bedroom is immediately in the front with a single large window further back a bathroom and closet with. We lay kissing and savoring the sensations we had just experienced."Sahebji, I am surprised that you licked my cunt," she panted."Why? Has your husband not licked your cunny," I asked."No never. What is it called?' she said."It is called cunnilingus or crudely eating the pussy," I said, 'I am surprised your husband has never eaten such a pretty pussy." No, this was my first time," she replied, "My husband squeezes my boobs, sucks their nipples and fucks me. That's all." Did you enjoy yourself?".