No Let Up

Almost as if on cue, there was a knock on the door. "Must be room service," said the man. "Get up, answer the door as you are, and the only thing you'll say is 'you'll have to excuse me; I just got fucked up the ass.' Leave a 100% tip"

As if that humiliating command and Hayley's inability to disobey was not enough, she felt a twinge of sexual arousal again. She got up, with her panties over her face and cum leaking out of her ass, and answered the door. It was room service. "You'll have to excuse me; I just got fucked up the ass."

The bellhop pushed the cart in. He saw the naked man sitting on the couch, then did not look that way again. He put the cart in and handed Hayley the bill. He waited nervously as she filled in the tip and signed it. She handed it back to him, and he left. That had cost her over a thousand dollars as the finest champagne and tequila at this elite hotel were very expensive.

"How do you feel?" asked the man.

"I'VE NEVER BEEN SO HUMILIATED!" said an angry Hayley.

"Night's still young," said the man. "By the way, you will refer to me as your Lord and Master Steve. What will you call me?"

"My Lord and Master Steve."

"Good, not open that bottle of tequila and take a long swig."

As the man pushed the cart over to the couch, Hayley grabbed the bottle of craft tequila. She opened it and took a long swig.

As the man ate, he would periodically stop and tell Hayley to take a long swig of tequila. By the time he finished his meal, she was very tipsy.