She even stopped by the Alamo kiosk at the airport to pick up her rental car, a platinum metallic Nissan Murano CrossCabriolet with black interior and... all the standard features; she didn't even mind paying extra for the insurance. Once she picked up her rental car, she drove into the city and then arrived at The Ritz-Carlton New Orleans. The hotel looked so amazing that the pictures from the website didn't do it any justice. She walked up to front desk, confirmed her reservations, and got her. “No, our arrangement was that you never had to see my face,” he replied wearily. “I wouldn’t think of bringing the reclusive L.C. Compton into the sunlight.”His dropping my pen name in the conversation told me this was going to go below the belt. Forewarned is forearmed.“What’s the matter? Your commission on a zillion dollars gonna put you in another tax bracket?” I said.“Nothing compared to yours,” he laughed, breaking the ice. “I knew that you had a franchise that could span generations, but. That is what it is. A raw, guttural, demanding thing that completely controls my actions.The sensations are overwhelming. The smell of my juices permeates the entire room. I thrust wildly and with complete abandon. I shudder and scream with each thrust. Yes. Please. Take me... Take me... harder...The orgasm hits me full on and takes me. I shove my fingers forcefully into my body as far as they will go, and the contractions take me away. They take me to another world, another reality. A place. She was sitting beside him as the RV rocked gently from the boat's movements. Michelle said the injuries he had suffered had to heal. How he took so much punishment, she didn't know. All she knew is she and the mistress missed his touch."How is he?" Sasha asked as she came up the stairs."Still sleeping, I wish he would wake up," Linda said sadly."He will..." Sasha started to reply but tears came to her face as she sat down."You had a hard time. Didn't you?" Linda said.Sasha started crying.