FUCK.... it took a few seconds to register but written over my chest was my full name, home address and home phone number! Below it was my girlfriends... mobile number and the word, "blackmailed"....Saskia was sat flicking through my wallet and tutting... "careless sissy, very careless, fancy leaving your driving licence and your mobile in your jeans... fucking silly sissy whore to be"....The gravity of the situation was beginning to dawn on me now and i felt sick in fear of my current. What do you want to do? We can go out, or stay here. My family is coming over for dinner tonight. We can go down into the city..." Whatever you want. I just want to be with you. Are your folks still out?" Yeah. They'll probably be back around lunch time."Emily finished up and peered into the adjoining room."My room," Richard said."Cool." She entered, and looked around."So, how about one of your famous espressos?" she asked."Sure. I was just making one when Sandra called." Oh, thanks! You should. "Good girl caging your clit, we want you nice and horny for tonight. Go to the kitchen, there's a bottle of champagne and bring it through."I totter to the kitchen, find the drinks and tray and bring them into the lounge. You're sat on the sofa with your friend and I see two eager smiles as I pour the drinks, making sure to bend over to give you both a good view of my legs. "She's a good maid, I hope she is as well trained to take care of us as she is to serve drinks?" Oh yes, I've made sure. “Peg, thanks for reviving me. I have to fly back to Seattle, but I’ll be thinking of you. Hugs, Dag”Some things you simply don’t put in writing. I called Jordan and he was waiting at the front door of the apartment building when I left. He lectured me soundly on going out without backup and said he was glad I had survived. Riley would have held him personally responsible if anything had happened to me. We went by my hotel and picked up the remainder of my clothes and roll-aboard. I got him to.