“No,” she answered. “The right guy has never comealong.”“He might have now,” I told her. “How about me? Do y...outhink Tom would like that?”“Maybe,” she said, and I could tell this conversationwas really turning her on. It was me, too. My cock wasready to jump out of my pants. “He’s home. Would youlike me to call him?”“Sure,” I said, but I was a little worried. After all,he might just want to keep this in the. .." I'll be by to pick it up this evening, prolly about 6:30. Don't worry if you can't find it, I know where he put it." Okay," Camille replied.Camille and the rest of the household staff had all drugs and paraphernalia hidden in Harry's "stoner safe" within a half hour. They'd covered the house twice looking for anything and everything that might be incriminating. While any police would know it was a house full of "sexual deviants", there was little chance they'd find anything anyone could get. I had as much as told him this was one of my favorite fantasies, but I had put it out of my mind as soon as I knew we would be playing in a hotel. There were no ceiling hooks he could use, or anything else that I could see. I followed along as he took me by the arm and led me to the doorway between the living room and the bedroom. When we got there, I saw that he had used two door-stops to hold the door in position halfway open. He unhooked my wrists, repositioned them in front of me with the. I stretched kicking the sheet away and realized I was feeling wonderful! I probed the townhouse for Josh's presence and found him. He was talking with his sister on the telephone, which didn't surprise me. While she'd been gallivanting around the world, they'd talked most mornings, and the morning talks had become a habit. I'd gleaned this information with my probe, not from conversations.Josh loved me, but he also loved his sister. I'd tried to determine if he loved me more than Sandy, but the.