Shirley seemed to have trimmed her pussy hair.Shirley saw where my attention was focused. "I saw your reaction yesterday," she explained. "I figured I...'d do an early bikini trim. I didn't realize that I'd be presenting myself to you like that. I take it you approve." I didn't really mind..." Right," Shirley said, laughing. "And that tent in your gym shorts tells me otherwise."It was time to get to business. "Sleep, Shirley. Sleep. Trance Shirley only."Shirley froze."Take me to the Room of. The doors opened and we stepped inside. Amanda was about to press the button for the 25th floor, but I stopped her.“Wait. There’s something I want to show you first.”I withdrew a special keycard from my breast pocket, which not all hotel guests were privy to, and slid it into a slot in the wall panel. A faint “ping” emitted, and I punched the button for the top floor.Amanda asked, “Where are we going?”“You’ll see.”The elevator quickly ascended to the 40th. When the doors opened again, we. “Don…don’t do that, that tickles”, came the high pitched voice of a girl. Jace stopped and used the sword as leverage to correct himself and replant his feet underneath to keep from falling. “Show yourself mons…”, as the sudden green murk of the water seemed to lift up in front of his eyes. The shimmer in her face kept him from spitting out that last part of that word, being caught by a lump in his throat. Jace let his fingers grip tightly around the hilt of his sword while the figure rose up. Ya, it feels good. He loved being in control. I was moaning and yelling so loud, that I didn’t hear my girlfriend come in. When she did though, she saw me tied up and bent over the couch being butt-fuck by some huge skinhead man. And she herd me telling him how much I wanted him to fuck my butthole. She left and it wouldn’t be until the next day that I found out she had caught me, when she called and broke up with me.My butthole sort of became numb as he spent a good two hour’s fucking it hard.