One guy, one girl. I decide he is a wimp... they whipped me harder than him, and he is the one letting out the occasional moan or whimper.Having my ha...nds chained above me begins to hurt. The shackles themselves are not that bad, but not being able to lower my arms is making the blood run out of my arms and cramps are setting in. I stand, just to lower my arms and let the blood flow down, instead of up. This helps a lot, and after a bit, I sit back down and begin to doze.I am awakened by a. I suggest that we get back at them by enjoying ourselves like they are. " I replied. "You mean...fuck?" she asked, seemingly in shock. "Yeah...unless you'd rather not. " I said uncertainly, afraid I had misjudged and offended this woman. "Oh no, I think it's a great idea" said Daisy. "What hotel are you staying at?" I told her the hotel and it's been too many years since this event that I cannot remember the name of the hotel. But we discovered we were staying at the same hotel. This was a. She looks strict and severe, even withher blonde hair framing her face and ornamenting the shiny greenshoulder. Yet somehow, she radiates an air of warmth. And her outfitwith the almost embarrassingly effete peplum, and bright greenshininess, does not so much clash with the look of the dignified lady asmuch as adds to the warmness she projects on the screen."It's not satin," my father whispers in response. "Brushed cotton, morelikely."For a split second, my eyes meet his. Then, we turn back to. "It looks like your man is having a problem. May I offer to help you get him to your room?" he asked Dolly."Oh, I hope he'll be alright." Dolly responded. "I really would appreciate you help, if you don't mind."Dax smoothly lifted Rob to his feet and placing his arm around the sagging man, slowly walked him out the door of the restaurant and to the motel portion of the "Travelers Inn."Their room was a comfortable and clean standard motel room. It had a queen sized bed a small desk and chair and.