I want to get as much of this down as I can before I forget the details. I should have taken notes. I wanted to videotape the whole thing but that's not something I'd do without her and David's approval. (Yes, i do have some scruples.)
After that first amazing session was over, I had anne dress and we went downstairs to the hotel restaurant. It was already after 10 but I hadn't eaten since lunch and needed at least a little something. Plus, I had a game in mind. When we were seated, I made a bit of a production out of ordering slowly while anne sat across from me, pushed back from the table, hands folded in her lap, eyes lowered. She was wearing the same banana yellow dress but this time her hair was sweaty and matted and she smelled, just slightly, of sex. The waitress kept looking at her and then back at me. I don't know what was going on in her head, but I know that anne was feeling shamed because she told me so later.
I ordered a salad and a ham sandwich for me, nothing for anne. For drinks, I ordered Guiness for me and for anne, two glasses of water, no ice, room temperature. The waitress gave me a puzzled look but I didn't answer, so she left. When the water came, I had anne drink them both down straightaway, then carry the glasses to the bar and ask for refills. I marveled at her ass as she walked across the room. It was wide and round but so completely enticing. There was something magical about her entire body. It just screamed "fuck me!"
anne sat erect with her hands in her lap through the entire dinner. I amused myself talking to her about my last few trips, describing visits to whorehouses and fucking escorts while they watched videos of anne masturbating on Skype for the rest of the Circle. I was careful to change subjects whenever the waitress came by. I didn't bother when other customers passed. I let her sip her way through the last two glasses of water as I enjoyed a slice of carrot cake and coffee for dessert.
We were back in the room by eleven. I told anne to take the blanket from the closet and make herself a little doggie bed to sleep on the floor beside me. She asked if she could use the toilet. I told her yes, she could go in and strip and brush her teeth. But that was all. She would sleep in what was left of her makeup and she was not to pee until the morning.
Twice during the night, she woke up and begged me to let her use the toilet. The second time was just after 5:30. The alarm clock was set for 6:15. I told her she would have to wait. She curled up and fell asleep sobbing.
In the morning, I made her squat over the waste basket to pee, looking me in the eye the whole time. It was terribly hard for her. It took her nearly three minutes of squatting and trying before the stream started. When it did, it was loud. The splashing and bubbling noises filled the room. The look in her eyes was utter humiliation. "Is this as good as you hoped?" I leaned close and whispered. She closed her eyes and nodded as the stream filled the basket.
She washed and got dressed. I didn't give her any special instructions about what to wear, that was a game too easily played. I didn't particular want her losing her job because she was distracted by no panties or a pair of nipple clamps hanging between her legs. I did tell her that, as soon as she was done, she was to come back to the hotel and strip naked, pull the arm chair across the room, then bend over it so her ass would greet me when I came into the room. She was to put on a blindfold and keep her head resting on the chair cushion. When I entered the room, she was to reach around and pull her ass cheeks open for me.
I did some sight seeing, had a coffee and read some Hemingway, had a nice lunch. When I got back to the hotel at six, I decided to try something I'd always wanted to do. I'll admit I was hesitant, maybe even a little nervous, but I did it anyway. I asked one of the younger attendants if he would come to the room and help me with the alarm clock, which I was having trouble setting. He, of course agreed.
I opened the door to the room and stepped inside quickly. anne heard the sound and did as she was instructed. She slapped one hand on each ass cheek, then pulled them apart. Her hole opened just a bit, but enough for me to see she'd been dildo-training it for a while.
"Thank you for coming up," I said. The young man, about mid-20's and Asian, started to answer me but caught a glimpse of anne and froze. I casually walked over to the bed and picked up the alarm clock. "I tried setting it for 6:30 but it didn't go off." I waved him over. To get to me, he would have to walk by anne. He stood at the door, his hand on the knob, his eyes glued to her bottom. This wasn't exactly what I was expecting. But it made me feel bold for some reason. In my mind, I asked "do you want to fuck her?" but all I could get out of my mouth was "do you want to touch her?"
"No, sir, but thank you," he managed to say. He stepped past her and pressed the buttons on the clock, explaining to me how it worked. I looked over and caught a glimpse of anne's face. She was looking at me, pleading with me to get the fellow out of the room.
"Thank you for your trouble," I said. "Can I offer you something? A few dollars? A drink?"
The young man said, "no, sir". He hurried back to the door and let himself out.
I left anne like that while I headed out for dinner a few minutes later.
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