Scary at first, so much pain and desperation being translated into poundsper square inch, that I thought I might be squashed by this big hairywoman, b...ut she sensed this and eased up a bit."I'm sorry," she said."Sorry? For what?" You don't need all my drama. I shouldn't put it on you. You don't evenknow me."I patted her on her broad back, "Yes I do, Honey. Yes I do..."At this she sagged against me, her sobs now reflecting gratitude. Thefact that just that small acknowledgement of her female. I couldn't see anything, it was too dark but my imagination made up for the lack of light. Before I had time to get carried away, she handed me a key card."Your key. You are 1F. Take the door to the left and go up one floor. Take the left door, you will need the key to open the hall. Your room is at the end of the hallway. Put your key in the slot by the door for electrical power. Please call if you need anything. The restaurant is closed for the winter, but you may order room service."I. When the last one was open, she reached her handinto my pants. It took her a minute or two to figure out how jockey shortswork, but finally found my already erect cock. She caressed it for a moment, then ran her hand along its length, stopping to give it a squeeze every once in a while.Cathy finally released my swollen cock from the shorts and pulled them down. She was still rubbing me as she whispered in my ear that it was a really nice cock. That made me feel good, because, I wasn't sure how. She came down into the room while I was looking at it. She stopped and said, "What are you doing with that?, put it DOWN". I did put it down of course, but I said.. I just saw it there and it had my name on it, wondered what the list was for. She picked up the list and stuffed it down inside her purse, giggled, tossed her hair over her shoulder as she turned to walk away as she said, "Oh that's just the list of guys that I've fucked, I don't want to be one of those girls that can't remember who.