Both hugged Britt and Mom hugged me. As they left the kitchen, Mom said, "Don't stay up too late." We heard her giggling as they went upstairs. The do...or closed.I looked at Britt. "Mom and Dad are going up there to screw. They aren't tired."She gave me a slow smile and said, "Put the pizza up. Refill our glasses. Let's go out to your Dad's shop and talk."I smiled, put the pizza into the fridge, cleaned up, filled our glasses, and followed Britt's delectable bottom out to Dad's shop. We closed. I packed my bag and carried a variety of basic household items to be used in the BDSM session like ropes, table tennis paddle, cloth pins, candles, and a bottle of chocolate syrup.I reached the hotel and as per our plan and proceeded to the room. She had already checked in. I knocked on the door four times as per our plan. The door opened.I entered the room and bolted the door behind me. She was sitting on her knees like instructed. Her fair skin glistened in the room light.She was tall and her. He preferred to be the one giving but that choice was not his to make. Hell had robbed him of the authority and prestige he had enjoyed in life.“My clients expect results and timely delivery of a quality product. How am I to meet deadlines with two of my hunters missing?” Graveek stopped pacing and stared at the shutters as if hoping to see beyond the howling winds clawing at her castle walls.“Could they have… is it possible…,” he did not dare to say the words but the implications hung in the. Our bed was, as advertised, "a good size."We had an early breakfast in the hotel dining room before Tess and I were off for her extremely early tee time. Wilbur joined us there and accompanied us to the first tee, as well. His plan was to stay with us until the ninth hole, making himself available for any odd errand that might come up, and then he'd cut back and try to locate Kim's group, and follow her for the remainder of her round, probably to the end.He'd have been a handy person to have.