One thing was sure, Jones was all about lust and nothing about love. So, being her sex slave seemed all right with me. Besides, I couldn’t afford an...honest relationship anyway. I was just as happy in lust instead of love.After replaying the events and thinking up all kinds of responses I could’ve said to Jones, I was left with little else to do. It really brought the term ‘doing time’ to mind. Even the book was boring, going over things I already knew.An interruption from my day dreams excited. When he was a kid all of the parents knew each other without having to be introduced. Scratching his cheek, he asked, “Why am I wearing a Tux?”“It is a formal dinner,” June answered for the thousandth time. She hadn’t seen him in a tuxedo since the day they were married. Looking at him brought back such great memories. The early years had been filled with passion. He couldn’t keep his hands off her body. She wondered what happened to the couple they had been. She was curious about when they had. He bent forward, his mouth coming down on my right nipple. His lips closed around it, soft, and wet. I felt him suckling me there, his tongue dancing lightly across my nipple. He rolled it in his mouth, rubbing it between his tongue and lips.His hands came down under me, clutched my straining buttocks, squeezed tightly, lifted me upwards, holding my groin locked against his. He twisted me around in circles, working his hips back and forth, tearing a channel to pump his cock into.His ugly face. Due to a mix up at the front desk, we ended up with rooms on different floors. It was a Friday evening and after a day of travel we were all tired. My friends had a few too many drinks in the lounge and went back to their rooms around 8pm and passed out.Alone in my room I decided to log onto a website called Squirt and check out the local guys. I'd never really had much luck on there, but I enjoyed staring at all the cock pics (drooling over them) and chatting with people.My hotel room was.