As we entered the elevator, I could sense that Mrs. Burcu was ever more apprehensive of the fact that we would be completely alone in the express elev...tor for s*******n long floors. She express her concerns when I let the index finger of my left hand slowly caress her pouting lips. At the same time I gently pulled the delectable creature closer to my hard muscular body My voice was calm as I told Burcu to not worry; that I would take care of everything.The fifteen minutes of forced conversation. "I want you, Bobby. I want you to fuck me," she groaned, rubbing her body against me.She was a lot more eager than my Becky was for me, but I thought something was funny."First, I need to whip you, Trudy." No, please, don't do it." Mr. Williams told me to do it." He will never know. We can tell him you did it. Let me fuck you, Bobby. I will fuck you so hard you will forget about the wh ipping."I pushed her away."Trudy, Mr. Williams has entrusted me with his slut's punishment and I intend to do. Then you lift it up more. Half way up your thighs. I smile and open the door. In walks the barman from down stairs he looks at you laying on the bed. Flustered. Smiles and says where would you like these placed sir. I politely say over that side of the room. Around he walks his eyes do not move off you. When he is around our side. He steps over your knickers on the floor places the tray down and then bends to pick them up. Stops. Then I say please take them if you want. He looks at me then at. All of my thinking, yearning was of her. Then one night, I saw her in a dream.Like most of my dreams at that time it was a wet dream. She stood before me, clad in her very same red dress, except she was real. Real flesh, sensual flesh and she was there right in front of me. I reached a hand out, and touched her arm. She moved her arm and held my hand in hers. I clumsily took her in my arms then realized that I had a hard-on and was naked.I tried to pull back and cover myself, but she whispered.