Sucking Cock For Cash (Part 3)

The bed was so comfortable; like sleeping on a cloud. I rolled over, gradually waking up. There was a quick flash of panic as I wondered where the fuck I was, and then another panic of a different sort when I remembered. I opened my eyes and looked across the bed. He wasn’t there but I could hear noises coming from the bathroom which suggested he would be back any minute.
I really didn’t know what was expected of me. What was the protocol? Was I supposed to slip out unseen, picking up the money from the dressing table on the way out, or was Herr Schlitz expecting to find a hot and horny little slut ready and waiting to do his every bidding? Given that the only item of clothing I possessed was the raincoat Mr. Mason had given me on the way out of the party, I didn’t have too many choices.
Herr Schlitz seemed to be taking his time so I got out of bed and looked out of the windows. The view stretched right across Docklands with the Millennium Dome in the distance and really was fantastic. It brought back memories of the previous night and, with this in mind, I leant forward and put my arms against the glass. I could appreciate the way this made my bum stick out and I gave it a little wiggle.
“Ah, ein nackter Junge am Fenster! Das ist schön zu sehen. Very pretty. Very good to see in the morning,” Herr Schlitz said, coming out of the en-suite. “Stillhalten! Stay still, stay where you are.”
I looked round to see him standing there in a white towelling dressing gown.
“Did I not tell you to stay where you are? Kiss the glass.” He came up behind me and smacked my backside hard enough...