He lets out a low growl as he tries to let go of the wall but can't, the wall his only way to stay somewhat standing. "Well Miss Savana, it is a pleas...ure to meet you. I am Petar, your very drunk left behind patron!" Petar proudly manages without slurring, a slight playfulness to his tone. Finally Sav peels her eyes from his face, to look toward the door. She wonders how she will get this man to the door by herself. She realizes that even in his drunken state he is sexy as hell. Hard chest, well. It was more like a raised bed with sheets and all.He said, “Usually this is where I tell the person to expose the area, but you are already exposed.”Mistress Pam and I both laughed at that. Yes, I’m exposed here and most of the time now. Ever since Mistress made me her little whore, I am exposed more than being covered. And once again, another male is looking at me and will be soon be working on my little cunt.He then said, “OK, get up on the bed so we can begin. I’ll have to strap your feet. She had the distinct impression he was checking out her ass and she glanced over her shoulder. Sure enough, his eyes were on her butt as she climbed the stairs. She poked her tongue out and grinned, hearing him say, "Feisty," as she mounted the last of the steps.At the top, the waitress pointed out the bathrooms then pushed open French doors into the sunshine. "Your table, Sir... and Miss," she said, her arm out, guiding them in the direction of their destination.Elaine stepped onto the balcony. I arch my back as you firmly squeeze my breast. I speed up the snowmobile, so the forest is whipping by. You let go of my breast to hold on tightly to my waist as we zip through the maze of trees. Finally, a cabin with smoke coming out of the chimney comes into view up ahead.We get off the snowmobile almost as soon as it stops, and take off our helmets, tossing them into the garage. You pick me up in your arms, as I kiss your neck, laving my tongue over the throbbing pulse. You groan as you.