I tore at your belt forgoing any sense of light foreplay or romance. You responded in kind by sighing heavily and thrusting your hand in my pants to f...ind my cock jutting forward and high for your attention. My tongue licking up the sweet perspiration of your essence tasting it's delicious nectar as I followed a known yet unseen path to your center. You were dripping for me.I noticed.I lapped up every bit of you, as though you were as rare a creature as I would ever see and thus would commit to. Until my cock growsback - though the thought of that returning makes me sick with supposedloss and regret.Duty makes a bugle call. Whoever, whatever, I am I remain some kind ofsoldier. I must get up, get dressed, get fell in. But I feel like aghost, not sure if I am in the hotel or not. Dust and the metal tang ofmine and another's blood coat my tongue, noises come from vast distancesand the sight of my combat boots on the hotel's floral carpets leaves medislocated and uneasy - am I leaving. The first sudden slap of her face, followed by many others that had Catherine for an inexplicable reason apologising to the woman beating her, had both frightened and sexually aroused Catherine and set the tone for her afternoon of pain and pleasure. Certainly having nervously stripped naked submissively in her own bedroom before her tormentor before standing with her hands on her head, the fully dressed Annie Day who was complete stranger until a short time ago, had so brazenly and confidently. When Holly had returned she seemed happy and even flirty with me. Me met up at her request and she explained that she had made so many different friends on her travels. She also explained she missed me and after more talk she admitted she was sexually frustrated and asked me to come over that night. I excitedly agreed. When I arrived she seemed to be a lot more aggressive than I had known her to be. She asked me straight out would I give her head so she could come. I happily agreed and began.