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What the Hell Am I Doing?-- Chapter 3
Date: 11/24/2014, Categories: BDSM, Interracial Sex, Taboo, Author: satinlvr_mwf, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
repulsive, and the thought of my doing some of the things Ben enjoyed, like my deep-throating him, was enough to make me want to toss my cookies. Happily denying him, with my voice dripping disdainfully, I uttered some last semi-pleasantries, and turned to get in my car. Juan took a last liberty, of groping my butt one last time, and he leered at me as I drove away. My hotel room, Ben, and a stiff drink could not get to me fast enough! I reached the room, and tossed my briefcase, laptop and purse on the bed before looking about, realizing Ben wasn’t there. My thoughts of Juan were so consuming I hadn’t seen the note on the table. I picked it up and read it. “Babe, I have to settle some business. I’ll be back late tonight, but if someone calls, you haven’t seen me. You know what to do….” and he signed it with his name. I twisted my lips in thought. Here I was, pissed off about being m*****ed, in a way, and I desperately wanted to talk about it. On the other hand, Ben’s note was pretty clear, he wanted, or needed to lay low. So I wouldn’t call him. But that didn’t mean I had to stew in the room all night. In fact, I freshened up, and considered changing into evening dress, but what Ben wanted me to wear was usually more revealing than what I had on, and if I was with him, I’d wear it gladly. Without him, I was a bit more timid. So I cheated and just didn’t change. I made it to the hotel bar, and sat on a barstool, smiling as a nice merlot arrived. One down and half-way on ...