Christ! Was I actually pulling him forward, with my own stupid hands? xxx 18 My cock began to flush. A chemical smell. Christ! Nothing happened. It was two o’clock in the morning, and I was in a hotel in a strange city. “Open your eyes bitch,” came his next order. I felt hands on my head, guiding me forward across the slick bench. I had no control of this situation, so I did. The guy had dark hair falling across his face, thick girl lips, and was as scrawny as they came. What was I doing! I was losing myself. The steam around us was gone. The idiot must have shifted his foot. I began to smell something really weird. It was dark in the steam room; the only illumination came from tiny red LED lights.
Actors:
Effie Gold / Mr. Anderson
