Room 315. I can’t wait to see you!”My heart leaps into my throat. My mind races. I think about our chats. Can the reality be as good as the fantas...ies we talk about?Twenty minutes later I am walking out the door to my car. I have packed an overnight bag so all I have to do is drive to the hotel. My heart is beating wildly in my chest. You are only a few minutes away!The hotel is only two miles from my office but the trip seems to take an hour. I am pretty I hit every light just as it turned. “Thirty minutes. Any longer and it’ll be cold.”I kissed her on the cheek then set off. I didn’t push the pace, going at a nice, steady lope. I avoided the park, sticking to the local streets. I found myself running past Maria D’Angelou’s place. I didn’t see anyone there but it made me wonder what Maria was thinking right now. Was she looking forward to her prom date with Dimitri or was she regretting it?After fifteen minutes I turned round and headed back towards home. Rather than pass Maria’s. I was fighting with myself, as I wanted to break free and thump him but part of me found the special attention too hard to fight my feelings. Two years of discipline gave in to one afternoon of recklessness. Within five minutes, he had broken through my resistance and was jamming in and out of my ass. As I was on my chest with my legs spread apart, I felt aroused. It hit me like nothing before, that I felt like some dam chick getting bred. Thinking this made me even hornier. Each time his. She had the urge to spread her legs, to make the fabric even tighter. She shuffled her feet a little further apart. She thought maybe he would touch her, thought all at once that she might die if he didn’t touch her, but before she could moan again he was saying, “Stand up and turn around.” She did, and he noticed she was panting slightly. Her face was still flushed and her pupils were dilated. “Those are very nice panties, princess,” he said, and watched her close her eyes, take a deep.