His eyes never once leaving my face as his harsh hands begin their rough play of my pussy. His nails biting into my tender clit as he pinches me. Watc...hing as his hands move to his clothing as he begins to slide the fabric from his body unable to look away at his hard male frame. Excitement mingled with fear fills my body as I watch him moving closer. Feeling his hard body covering mine as I struggling in vain against the silk ropes holding me prisoner. Shamed at my weakness, knowing I cannot. Many guys are turned off by a pregnant woman, or frankly they just don’t want to deal with the whole thing. I awoke one Saturday so turned on and amorous I could hardly stand it. Before getting out of bed I decided to do what had become a habit for me every morning for at least four months now. I played with my pussy and milk filled tits. I simply couldn’t get quenched when it came to sexual satisfaction. The more I masturbated the more I wanted to be fucked by a real guy. I decided this. This one separated from the rest of the hotel by only a closed door. It wasn't very big, just enough space for a small gathering of families, desks for check-out. Several porters shuttled luggage from carts to the airport vans outside. Staff moved with purpose here. No one flirted. They were members now.Richard needed to finish the out-processing, but there was a hitch. Someone was missing."Where is he?" He asked the group.All he got were shrugs in return."Terry?" Sorry Uncle." Terry replied.. Billy put down his utensils. "I believe that I have set in motion an unstoppable force. My only fear is that someone or something will parade Michael in the public eye to discredit us." Reverend Powers," Billy raised his fingers up, pleading to be heard. "I read the prognosis for Michael today. I'm sorry, sir, but they are unable to cure him." We can no longer deny that space travel exists." He took a sip of his cola. "We must control the message."Billy offered a suggestion. "Maybe, we should.