They were mostly crumpled up on the floor as caked in cum and sweat as I was. I carefully stepped over the puddle of cum I had just woken up in. I wal...ed in baby steps out of the bathroom my legs and butt weren’t ready to move fully yet. The hotel room was lined with beer bottles two unopened boxes of condoms sat on the dresser. Not a single opened condom wrapper in sight. The dirty used feeling began to throb in the back of my head again.I sat down on the bed that appeared least used. I found. I had to stop prettyfast cause I was afraid of throwing major wood, and when I ended the showand returned to normal shower mode, he was gone. I was a littledisappointed, but then again what was I expecting him to do, walk over andmount me in the shower?At the time, I was in pretty deep denial about what I thought were prettysubtle games I was playing. Looking back I know now that every move wasconsciously made, even though if anyone ever called me out on it I couldhave easily denied any. I felt the bike decelerate gradually. No need to rush now. At this point it was all about safety. Not staying dry. The road was slick and we were already soaked.I straightened my back and felt relieved as we finally got to the overpass. I slid my hands out from his vest and ran them from his shoulders down to his elbows and then flung the water gently to the ground with a sad attempt at drying him. Thankfully we were fully covered under the overpass because it was not raining sideways. Just a. ......I was......her......husband. No, that cannot betrue I am meerly her maid. I present the coffee as she seats herself onthe couch."What is your name?" Maid Sixty-nine." Not David?"Her eybrows raise in question, but I struggle to understand what shemeans."No Mistress I am Maid Sixty-nine and I am yours to command."Her frown disappears and she visibly relaxes."Well at least now you have a purpose in my life, all be it a submissiveone," she smirks.She picks up a near by phone and dials a.