I nod and smile at the older man at the desk and follow the bellman up to my room. Thankfully, he doesn’t make conversation. I want to lay down on a... soft bed, naked, and relax. The flight was brutal. The anticipation of getting here had been maddening. Frankly, I’d worked even harder than usual in November to feel like I deserved the month of December to myself. But first, the package. Bags on the bed, a tip discreetly given, and finally, I’m alone. Curiosity gets the better of me. I rip open. He went to retrieve items I had put in the bedroom. He returned with a ball gag and his slapper. The slapper being about twenty-four inches in length including the handle. The slapper itself was a three-inch wide strip of firm leather.He put the ball gag to my mouth and forced me to open wide to accept it. He pulled the straps tight behind my head and locked them in place. The ball was so big I could feel my jaw straining already to accommodate it. It was a firm material and required me to. I had to put my hand over her mouth as she was about to scream. She was lovely and tight. I imagine Mr Missionary was a bit smaller than me and she hadn't been with many if any others. We carried on like this for a few minutes and her legs went completely limp, two more thrusts and she was having an orgasm down my legs again. I stopped, slid out, turned her around and she leaned over the counter as I probed her vagina again and this time went in all the way, right away; hard. She took a deep. "Nothing." 'Telling me?' ...What do you mean?" Never mind. Really."I received a couple of other compliments that morning, as well. I began tofeel less self-conscious.Shayla and I got into the habit of spending our coffee breaks and lunchtogether, and gradually we became friends. She was really nice; I liked hera lot, and I think the feeling was mutual.Work continued to go well, and the money was great. On my first pay day, Ireceived a check that was more money than I'd ever held in my hands.