His pressing finger caused his rock hard cock to push against my g-spot and I knew this was it! I could feel myself cumming - the waves hitting hard a...nd I could tell he was cumming too. He could feel the contractions in my ass and up and down my hot love canal. I turned my face into the bed and shouted out loudly. He was making grunting noises, like he does when he’s lifting at the gym and I could tell his cock was shooting me full of hot, thick cum. After what seemed too short of a time, he. ."That's what you want isn't it?... You don't want romantic, lovie-dovie sex from hubby... You want nasty raunchy sex from strange men... You want to play the whore... paid to satisfy your client." She sighed deeply and, meeting my gaze in the mirror, she nodded." "Great... Take the robe off and get down on your knees... I want you to service me orally." She eagerly complied. I grabbed her by the hair and tilted her face up towards me and began rubbing my cock all over her face while I stared. He begins discussing the days activities, I find out the original whipping was because he had a business meeting canceled and had nothing better to do. After he talks for a bit, he realizes my legs are still tied and gets off the bed to untie them. This is my signal that it is time to get to work, time to organize the days activities, supervise the workers and make the house run. I wait eagerly for the dark, the coming of night when we will be back in our room , away from the rest of the world. The lobby was two stories tall, a full block long, and teeming with activity. As I hoped she would, Sophia invited me to join her for coffee and more conversation.She had a two-room suite, filled with flowers. Room service was prompt and efficient and unobtrusive. We sipped and discussed the latest MOMA exhibit. She had a way of holding you with her wide eyes so you were only peripherally aware of her sweeping gestures. It was a curious effect. Like all Italians, she used her whole body to.