I gasped as I imagined thrusting in and out, trying to make my dick fit inside her, with my hand sliding up and down. It felt so good!No! I stopped st...oking for a moment and breathed deep. I didn’t want to cum just yet. I could hear the shower running. The shower next to my room is the boys shower, but I imagined her again, hair slick and wet, water running over that round butt.I couldn’t help myself. I had to reach the finish line. I could feel cum forming in the glands in my ass. My slick. "We aren't done. Not yet," she said.And so saying, she then worked the key itself through the epoxy. Once shehad a nice, even coat of epoxy on the key, she moved it back to themechanism. Tears still falling, I watched as she put the key back intothe mechanism. She didn't turn it. She didn't move it at all. Just let itrest there.I knew from having used epoxy before that my time was quickly runningdown. I had only moments to turn the key and remove the mechanism beforethe epoxy was set. Before my. She recognized me as I parked next to her and got out. She’d chatted with me many times and knew she could shoo me away if business with someone was possible. From her parked car near a dark area where she had done probably thousands of car dates with guys we talked. As she often did, she gave me her nightly tally – eight married-man blowjobs, one guy wanted to try sucking cock with her, and four black guys wanted her “tight white ass”. At one point she explained that she was done working. The bad feeling I'd had before returned as I slid out of the saddle and handed her my reins. Why would Liz want to talk to me now, when she obviously had something else going on? As soon as my big feet hit the ground, Liz's assistant Lucy materialized and led me to a set of steps leading onto the stage from the rear. Liz was standing on the bottom step waiting for me. I bowed as gracefully as a lumbering oaf of my size is capable, and she rewarded me with a smile."It's good to see you again,.