I was confused and traumatized. I thought I had such a great future with this company and Paul was a great boss that believed in me. But now nothing made sense. Paul had drugged, bound and humiliated me in ways he had never imagined. It was not over yet.
Still tied to the bed and scared I was averting my eyes to the pornography playing on the hotel television. The door to the adjoining room was slightly ajar and I could hear Carmen moving around inside her room. I wanted to call to her but remembered how she seemed to revel in this humiliation and add to it. That was a good reason not to call to her but it was also the reason I wanted her.
As she shuffled around in her room it became obvious that she was getting ready to go out. I could hear a blow dryer and the sound of a brush going through her thick brown hair. I had never really noticed her before and now she was all he could think about.
I wanted her to come in and remove the bonds of my penis. I wanted her to suck me off until I forgot what horrible things Paul had done. I wanted to cum all over this woman. I wanted her mouth, pussy and ass and I couldn't stand it. The blow dryer ceased it roar and I could smell the sweet sent of her perfume. I whispered her name to myself, "Carmen." I wanted so badly to yell it out. I started chanting it over and over again softly until suddenly I surprised myself and called it out loudly.
"Carmen!" She became very quiet and still. My feet went cold with fear as he heard her footsteps approaching the room. She stood at the threshold wearing a white lacy slip and was drinking a glass of wine. "Can I help you sir?"
