Just when I was ready to give up on him, the bathroom door opened and he entered the room. He was wearing a full leather suit with the mouth zipped shut. As he stood there looking at me through the small eyeholes, I could feel my bulge growing, and it looked as if my purse was rising off my lap on its own. He walked over to a bag sitting by the bed and pulled out a pad and paper. He scribbled something down before handing it to me.
I WILL NOT SPEAK FROM THIS POINT FORWARD. PLEASE RETRIEVE THE FIST FROM MY BAG AND DO AS YOU WISH.
I scanned his messy writing and smiled. As I set down the note, he climbed onto the bed, positioning himself on all fours. I gripped the large, black fist tightly, feeling it become an extension of me as I looked down at him. His white skin clashed with the shiny black leather. He arched his back and presented his ass to me. He was mine for the taking.