Arriving at our hotel, Josh dithered for a moment, then seemed to square his shoulders and straightened his spine. With another nod, he opened the doo...r for me. In our room, Callum got some water for us as I waved Josh into a chair. Dropping my bag on the dressing table, I ditched my heels. Gesturing to Josh’s lap, I asked, “May I?” He looked unsure, so I just settled myself in his lap. “You can touch me if you like. I only bite if you ask nicely.” My comment fell flat, he just looked more. Women being forced to do things. Nasty things. Sex things. They had been very arousing to read. Then the movies and video clips. To think of those women being forced to do such nasty things had touched her somewhere deep inside. And where it touched her, it had started a little fire burning. As she sucked, she felt that little fire growing. She was one of them now."Now you look up here at me slut." The word sent a jolt to her core. "Don't you go closing your pretty dark eyes. A man likes to see. She always had admired his dark complexion, and his tight athlete's body. Finally he slid his boxers down, and she could see that his large cock was already mostly erect. "Thinkin' about me, Baby?" she whispered. Then, to her surprise, he glanced around, as if to confirm he was alone, before beginning to stroke his cock with one hand. (Oh Crap!) She thought, (He actually intends to stroke one out! Well, not if I can help it!) With this thought she slipped quietly out of her hiding spot and. Why didn't he call? Had he gotten the message? Had he moved on to other ports and conquests? Did she really matter to him or was she just another interracial trophy to brag about? Why didn't he call? Why didn't he call?She was miserable. She could think of nothing else. She moved about the house like a zombie, springing to action only when the phone rang, but the few calls which came in were friends or telemarketers. Why didn't he call?Finally, on the fifth day since leaving the note, she.