We had to walk around the whole parking lot as a couple arm in arm and at the same time he was grabbing my ass and i had to flirt with him.and we had ...play all these little love games with each other. She was following right behind us in case we didn't listen or stopped flirting with each other. He grabbed my tits while I was playing with his hair.. He took my hand and put it on his cock and as a reflex i pulled my hand away. Our Mistress had seen this and was very upset. She had no scrupples.. .. say it!"My whole face burnt with shame, I knew those prostitutes had faked itwith my but the cold hard truth was so hurtful suddenly like a dambursting my mouth opened."I'm sorry I'm a poor excuse for a man, I wish I was built like a normalman not a... a.. a sissy!" My eyes welled up with tears. "I hate beinglike this I hate being a joke of a man, I so wanted to fuck you! I wantedto have you scream my name." I paused drew a ragged breath. "I'm sorry tobe a let down"For the first time ever I. There werehigh-rise hotels, chic restaurants and posh night spots, allgeared towards the very rich - like myself. But I noticed thatevery where we went, there were a few very discreet yet toughlooking men, some times uniformed, sometimes not, sometimesobviously armed and sometimes - well, who knew? They would bestanding at the doorways of our hotel, or at the entrance to arestaurant, or simply patrolling the streets, and each time theylooked at me - or any one - their eyes would quickly,. .." Angie said. Her eyes drifting into a close.Phillip sighed... Tom was right. The poor girl was emotionally compromised. And to have sex with her would not do any justice to the situation at hand.But Phillip was still happy to oblige and help pick the small girl up. He let the water go through the drain, and proceeded to dry Angie off as well as he could. Unnoticing of his action for a split second rubbed the towel in his hands across Angie's vaginal area.Angie cooed for a second. And.