The night prior was physically taxing; I was still feeling the degradation and pain from the brutal encounter. Dressed in the light pink pencil skirt, cream linen blouse, lace bra and pantie set provided as a gift, and my white stiletto heeled shoes, just as instructed; I parked the 67 white Ford Mustang and proceeded to walk across the parking lot. Lusty and rancorous again, he opened the hotel door. Each nerve within me feared him; I stayed my course and curved my lips upwards to a smile. My eyes out-rightly rejected his disgusting ugly, ruddy appearance, therefore they took it upon themselves to divert elsewhere in the room. He didn’t seem to notice or care, upon entrance, he ordered me to my knees. Reeking with anticipation, he seized
