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Serena, 18, watched from the shadows of the closet as the beautiful woman entered the hotel room where she (Serena) had concealed herself earlier, hardly daring to hope she might see something just like this. The girl gasped despite herself when the beautiful woman removed her blue dress. She wore no underwear but a lovely black bra and thigh-high stockings, and there was something in the way she moved to the closet to hang up the dress that seemed to the girl to declare that she was dressed that way in obedience to a command from. . . someone.
Serena's hand found its way inside her jeans.
The beautiful woman went to stand in a place in the room where she must have been instructed to stand. She clasped her hands in front of her, and closed her eyes, and bowed her head. Then the door opened behind her, and the man in the suit entered, and stood, surveying the woman in the bra and the stockings. Serena put her forearm to her mouth to stifle her whimpers as her fingers rubbed faster and faster.
The man reached out with his right hand, and, from behind, cupped the woman's chin, lifting it slightly. "What shall I do with you?" he asked.
"Whatever you like, Sir," she replied, with a quaver in her voice. Serena, her chest filling with terrible arousal, saw that the woman's thighs were glistening in the lamplight, now. Suddenly the man, without violence, but with the necessary force, tipped the woman backwards to his chest, at the same time bringing his hand around her waist, and taking hold of her loins in a manner so possessive that it made Serena shudder.
"First," said the man, "I shall take you. Then, I shall spank you for presenting such a shameful display. Will you like that, Serena?"
The shocking coincidence--the woman's name being the same as Serena's own, made it seem of course like the man was talking to her. As Serena came, she thought "Yes, yes, yes."