Nothing like variety."They were away by half past nine and were all three back by half past twelve. They all had a drink and light lunch together and ...then the girls went upstairs to unpack and sort their rooms out. Bill went and did some gardening.At about three Wendy came out to him. "I'm the dinner lady tonight," she said, "so I'm going to pop down to the supermarket to get some things."Bill gave her thirty pounds and she danced off.Sally joined him. "Is there anything I can do to help?" she. The other day nurse was a matronly, gray haired lady named Hillary, but Valerie…she was special. Greg had felt an instant attraction to her the day they met. She was all soft curves and delicate skin, with eyes he could stare into for eternity. She smelled like paradise, and her hair, when released from the ponytail she wore when on duty, hung in a golden cascade to the middle of her back. When his wife introduced her, Greg had shaken Valerie’s hand politely, and as soon as they touch his cock. " He reached in, pulled paperwork out of the glove box, and handed it to me. "There, happy?" It was the receipt, title and insurance. I handed it back without a comment and got in. I did feel better having seen it.I told Joey which hotel and we made it there without being stopped by authorities. I promised to call him as soon as I knew what my schedule was going to look like and gave him another kiss. I frowned at the asshole, but at least said 'bye' this time.There were too many people in line. With another soft noise, Becca leaned her head forward slightly and pressed her lips to the leather covered cane, kissing it gently."Please Master . . . your slave w—wishes her punishment finished . . . b—by you Master." Becca murmured the words barely audible to anyone but James. Still planting soft kisses to the cane, Becca continued, sniffling now and then and keeping her eyes closed out of embarrassment. "Your slave d—desires to feel the . . . the bite of the cane by your hand Master, so.