You see I haven't had a woman in a few years and you really areone horny little minx. What do you say to let me have some of yourloving?" Leslie began... to try and back away and break his grip. Althoughhe didn't look too repulsive, the mere thought of having to pleasure aman was simply repellent. She was about to scream rape in order to tryand attract somebody's attention, when he leant in and whispered to her,"I know your secret you little sissy-whore!" Leslie froze as he slippedhis hand under. ” She stepped out of the doorframe with her tiny robe barely secured and threatening to come open, just to make sure he had her number.--June's ride home to his apartment was a blur; the clothes he wore smelled of her, which brought back his memories of their Uber together. He could feel phantom fingers between his legs and felt the blood rushing until the ride was almost over. “Thanks,” he muttered before he adjusted himself and slid out of the car after grabbing his bag, feeling the sun. She pulled my hand out of her; I could sense her reluctance in doing so. She tore off her shirt and quickly peeled out of her pants then threw me onto the bed. "Take off your shirt," she commanded, then proceeded to unbuckle my belt while I obeyed her wish. I lay there now, my cock erect and hard like a pillar. And Bear, she stood there looking at it, a crazed look in her eyes. She stood there looking at my cock and slowly rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples. Finally, she got on her knees. The glow of the dashboard lighting showed her smiling face, as well as showing a look of anticipation for her lust was about to be fulfilled.The whole trip to that roadside motel took an entire hour and forty-five minutes. The roads were dry, even for January night in Western Michigan. Do you know the motels out in the sticks which have small, one room houses for the night, trimmed in wood pine, and a hundred coats of white paint. On one of those roads, which have truckers and rednecks driving,.