”Tears of humiliation and pain are streaming from my eyes as I slowly stand up and begin to take off my t-shirt. I pull it up over my head and hold... onto it for a moment before dropping it on the floor. Not knowing what to do next I stare at the floor, waiting.“Jeans.”His orders are short and to the point and I don’t want to get slapped like that again, so I quickly unbutton my pants and drop them to the floor, kicking them away from me. My bra and underwear match, blue and black cheetah. The only sound in the room was the loud wet slap of his hand on my ass, my yelps and half sobs in between, and the slight grunts he made on the really hard ones. He stopped after a few moments. He must do this all the time, I thought. He managed to stop just shy of my entire ass going numb; as it was it just burning hot and throbbing.“Mind if I mouth fuck?” Pete asked, breathing a little heavy from lust and exertion. While he asked he stuck two fingers deep in my pussy, still wet and. It didn’t take long to finish the meal; I can eat meat very fast when necessary!Nobody called out my name, no one asked for an autograph. It was solace, for a change. We paid, leaving a very nice tip, and left.After getting to our room, we decided to head out to our next stop, Denver, Colorado. We packed up, called for a bellboy, and followed the young lady down to the counter. Roxy paid her, and I settled the bill.We got in the GT, and headed west on I-70 for the next ten hours. We drove by. He lolled about in his chair at his workspace, looking around for something to get on with. Time was ticking by so slowly. For a Thursday it was dragging, and even though a lot of work had to get done, the unit was up to a full team — where the term ‘many hands make light work’ would be appropriate. He was well aware that the boss wasn’t around, and that had been the case for the past thirty minutes that afternoon. Every so often he’d peer up from his screen to have a quick look at the.