Itrusted her and we and felt comfortable that would continue ourrelationship in the same direction but with mutual love and respect.Looking at the pic...ures she'd taken and printed off for me I immediatelygot a hard-on. I wasn't sure it was because it was because I knew it wasme or just a picture of a woman sucking on a cock.Calling her shortly after some brunch, we decided to meet and makeSaturday a family day with Belinda and Anita's mother. I had the biggestcar so we decided I would pick them. The sunlight coming in through the balcony window made her body glow. Her beautiful light brown hair cascaded across her shoulders and caressed her breasts. She had a sexy smile on her face as she watched me stare in shock and awe. “Hurry,” she whispered, “in case the manager shows up.” I put the camera to my face and began snapping away. She walked around the room, posing as I took her picture. She went from room to room. I followed dumbly, with my cock leading the way. I was so hard that it. . you arrive at the hotel and the clerk hands you your room key. You make your way up into your room. Hmmm all alone. Where is Thomas. You decide to make your self comfortable and then You lay on the bed and decide to settle down with a some TV. A knock comes to the door. You hurry over and ask who it is. I respond with @#%#$&$. You begin to smile and open the door. You see the color of my shirt and you know its me. (not taking too many risk) Then you let me all the way in. Mmmm,. What was the point, really? Why tell my story to a therapist? To a cell mate? Anybody?Nobody would believe me, and it would just look like I was pussy, anyway. Which is what I was. She made sure she reminded me of that numerous times. It's because it was the truth.The woman used me, mind-fucked me and actual-fucked me, and then to jam the knife in deeper, she stole my fucking girl?!?If it walks like a pussy and smells like a pussy...The numbness made it easy to go through the motions with the.