“Be still,” he barked. “This is your last chance.”I froze. Afraid.Swiftly, he removed the pieces of clothing and his eyes scanned my body. “...You are amazing,” he said, “truly beautiful. Right, lay down on the bed.”I clambered onto the bed and lay back, arms stiff by my sides. I squeezed my eyelids shut and my body tensed as Mr. Stevens’ fingers roamed up and down my flesh.“You are beautiful,” he murmured, leaving a trail of wet kisses over my tummy and then cupping my breasts. He fondled them,. The orgasm rolled through me and I went limp on the wall, my groin slumping against him as he fucked into me. I felt the sloppy wetness of his sperm, squeezing out around his cock as he finished off inside me. He buckled at the knees a bit and leaned heavily against me to prop himself up. I was squashed between him and the wall while we recovered our breath. I slid my legs off his waist and put my feet down on the floor. He pulled back and his cock slipped out. I looked down at the. I would be holding three classes showing the employees how to use it. I would be gone for two nights. On my second night there, I called Diane. I was surprised she remembered me. She told me that there was no way she would forget the way I fucked her. I had to wonder how bad the men in the area fucked their women. All I did is give her a little more attention and not come until I felt her coming. It was a simple task of putting the woman first. I explained to Diane that I was in town for one. I have visits from the suicide watch teams every couple of days and my two 10 year old boys live with foster parents. I haven’t seen Cindy for three months now, I have no idea where she is now but I pray she has a better life than I could provide. These days I work as a cleaner in a few hotels, I earn minimal wage but I manage to get by. I’ve been on suicide watch for a few years now; sometimes I suffer chronic depression and hope that a car will run me down when I’m crossing the road. You.