She thought of the many times he had commanded her to remove the belt and then hand it to him, in preparation for her punishment or sometimes simply f...or his amusement. His eyes suddenly opened and met hers, and it was clear to her that he was having the exact same thoughts. Yet their look of complete devotion and love would have greatly surprised most people privy to their combined thought at that moment. Caught somewhere between the thought and the current reality, she removed the belt, spent. I can smell her. I bring up, and walk arm in arm to the bar. I wave my card, "Table 7. Charge it to my room, please." It's a short walk to the elevator. The doors close, and she kisses me. Seven stories of kissing. In my room, the lights are off save the gentle glow of the corner nightlight. Her shirt is hooked in the front, her skirt is hooked on the side. She has a little trouble with my belt, and I push her gently back on the bed. I kiss each nipple, and gently kiss down to her delicious. "I'mso happy you can all come. I'm Sabrina Hartwell." Good to see you again." Sarah said with a smile as she stood besideher husband. "Do you remember when George and I honeymooned here?" Yes my dear," Sabrina smiled and hugged them both. "Good to see youhere." These are our friends, Steven and Joan." Sarah smiled. "They'd like tohave their wedding here." That's wonderful." Sabrina said as a woman in a denim blue dresswalked over and took Jack's dress size. "We'll have a wonderful weddingdress. I was over Tony’s house every day since my dad worked long hours. Mrs. C. didn’t mind since Tony was an only c***d she liked having me over keeping him company. Growing up next to Tony I got to see a lot of Mrs. C. and let me tell you she aged well. She must be around 42 or 43 years old now. She is not what you call beautiful like a Model but she is very attractive with lots of curves. Mrs. C. is about 5 foot 9 long brown hair, if I had to guess I would think she weighed about 150 pounds. Big.