Wait until he returns.

In a few minutes Mr. Knight was back again, and pulled the car up to a line of doors around the side of the hotel. "We'll be posing as a married couple," he said, as despite my misgivings I allowed him to lead me into one of the rooms. The curtains were frayed and the wallpaper was peeling, but it was okay, not sleazy or dirty or anything like that.

"I've got our names listed as Lance and Natalie Castles, so remember that we need to call each other that if we're ever out together."

He took his jacket off and tossed it over a chair, and at his suggestion I gratefully went into the bathroom to take a hot shower.

Afterwards, feeling much cleaner and more refreshed, I dried off and then frowned at the towel and revealing leather miniskirt that was all I had to wear. Pulling them on with a sigh, I wandered out into the main room and stood around a bit uncomfortably. Glancing at me with a slight smirk, Mr. Kni--, er, Lance, said, "We'll need to get you a slightly less...conspicious...outfit soon, but for now I think I should take a look at those tits."

I stared at him as the words sank in, unconsciously wrapping the towel tighter around me and backing away. Seeing my alarmed expression, he chuckled, holding up his hands in a non-threatening gesture. "Whoa, whoa, calm down. It's not what you think. I just want to make sure you haven't been injured, after all the rough treatment you've gotten."

Still not feeling terribly reassured, but knowing I probably couldn't stop him even if I wanted to, I lay back on the bed at his insistence and let the towel fall open. Lance sat down beside me and spent a long moment simply looking at my breasts, and then he lifted his hands and began to lightly probe at my soft mounds, examining the faint bruises that were just now showing up after Mr. Benjamin's mauling.

I tensed a bit as he went over the tender areas, but his hands were gentle and experienced. Soon I was relaxing back onto the bed, closing my eyes and sighing with pleasure as his fingers glided over every inch of my breasts.

It was when he took a still-sensitive nipple in each hand and began to caress it in cirular motions with his thumbs that my eyes fluttered open again. Lance was staring down at me with a strange expression, and it didn't take a mind-reader to know what he wanted.

On one hand, I had to admit that what he was doing to me felt rather nice, but on the other hand after everything I'd been through the last thing I wanted right now was to be groped and sucked and probably fucked by yet another virtual stranger.

Even as the thought crossed my mind, I saw that Lance had already shifted position and was bending down to take my nipple in his mouth.