The red furred girl stopped in front of a door numbered 415. There was a window to the left of it, curtain drawn. She turned to him, seeming to strugg...le for the right words. She was nervous as hell."This ... is our room."He nodded, motioning for her to enter. Her face almost seeming to blush through the fur, she pulled a string necklace he hadn't noticed before out from under her outfit and over her head. Fitting the metal key at the end into the handle lock, the door clicked. Seeming to brace. Maggie had shifted some time during the night. When we had fallen asleep, we had been spooning. She had flipped over. Now she was facing me, one leg wrapped over mine, her right hand around my waist, her left hand up against my chest-along with her face, which was buried into my chest. My hand had ended up on her hip. She looked so sweet and peaceful wrapped around me like that.I thought about things while I watched her. I'd been going on instinct, really-not really analyzing my feelings for. It was Josh, a tall, slim, 32 year old white man. He was on the bed watching carefully, as Richard, and I talked. More like, as Richard talked and I listened. Richard had ordered me to top Josh to overcome my subservient mentality,and just take him. There was nothing I wouldn't do for Master Richard, so I reached within and found myself ready to fuck the beautiful white man in front of me. I jumped into the bed like a bulldog. I grabbed him and twisted him around until he was face down and ass. I arched my back as her pace quickened and exploded all over her face and into her open mouth. Spurt after spurt splashed across her face and dripped onto her heaving tits. She then began to clean me up, licking and slurping every drop of my cum she could find. Three months of built up passion washed across her face in a matter of seconds. She looked up at me as her tongue danced around the head of my cock. How the hell she kept me so hard was beyond my grasp. But who was I to complain? She.