The same was true of the other door next to the bed. Both doors were cold to her touch, and after futilely pounding on them with her fists she knew th...t they were made of metal. She sank into the upholstered chair next to the bed and quietly began to cry again. She felt so alone and so scared. This was not a motel room. There were no windows. There was no phone. There was no way out. She hadn’t even seen a switch with which to turn out the lights! The weeping turned to agonized sobs as she. I felt very shy because I was not wearing my underwear. She laughed at me. I got irritated and asked her ‘why are a laughing? I had only two under wears, one I washed it today morning and another one completely torn and even if I wear that, it doesn’t make any difference.She said ‘sorry da, I didn’t laugh for that, I laughed by seeing your small dick size. I angrily said ‘normally it will look small but sometimes it grows big’. She took my dick in her hand and asked me ‘is it paining now?’ I. . as soon as I could think clearly enough to figure out exactly what 'it' was."Mmmm..." she purred, "I always like the giling-giling, but that was very different. I never feel that way before."Her delicate fingers tickled at my cock but I stopped her."As much as I would like to continue with you," I said, gently moving her hand off my hardening member, "I have to work today. How about some coffee instead of sex?" Not as much fun," she giggled – I guess she was still a little high as well, "but. She let out a hint of a groan that I could only catch by the reverberation through her body as my tongue made its way up the length of her torso and my hands softly squeezed. My groin came down to grind into hers and my head came up as our eyes locked. A single bead of spittle graced her open lips and she pulled my t-shirt off, over my head.Katie’s eyes were slightly gazed as she whispered, ‘Be gentle.’I traced a kiss on her lips before sliding back down her body and pulled her jeans off as.