Yes Master” she said lightly almost sheepishly “… I trust you”. “Good girl” he said returning to her clit. His fingers back inside massagi...g and his pinky lightly pressing inward on her butt. Her hips rocked and her legs started shaking; her body was tensing up again. “Ohh" Tasha moaned. “Please… this feels so good”.“Does Tasha want it? Does she want her pussy exploding with cum?”“Yes”“Yes what?”Tasha groaned “Yes please Master”Chris growled lightly and slid his pinky completely in her virgin. Quickly Tracey climbed into the trunk which was surprisingly deep and as she gingerly settled down into it's depths she was sure she saw the driver casually drop her clothes into a rubbish bin before the trunk was unceremoniously shut plunging her into darkness.Well John might not thought it was too far to the hotel but to Tracey the trip seemed to take an eternity! The ride was bumpy as hell in the old car and even though she was out of the sun the trunk was stiffening hot inside. She couldn't. In turn, making his job far more easier but still important as he managed an entire resort with no prior experience of that kind of role. Although it wasn't like he had a constant performance evaluation. Zack only seemingly showed up when a 'high quality' woman had checked in. Which, seemingly from Zack's sudden reappearance yesterday was now.Michael adjusted the tie of his suit. Another bonus of being the overseer of the resort was fine clothes to fit the role, even if at times from the near. It held her gaze.She saw the recognition in its liquid brown eyes, felt the stir deep in the pit of her stomach, the looseness, and the sudden presence of moisture.It knew.She knew.-----"Can I call you?", your email says. I think for a few minutes, and then burn my boats. "I'm sorry. Would you be hurt if I said no?" I spin some tale about security, paranoia and broken rules, but in truth I'm ashamed to let you hear my voice, which is way too low.-----The queue at the ticket-office is long and.