He disappeared, reappearing a moment later holding a fluffy white towel, the sort they have in hotels. ‘Thank you.’ ‘You’re most welcome.’ A...nd with that, he left her on her own. She closed the door, frowning. Why hasn’t he kissed me? She wondered. — Mark sat down on his couch with a sigh. It was torture not to draw her body into his, the way he’d dreamt of doing, so many times. He wanted her to be sure she wanted him. He had to wait until she came to him, willingly. What if she doesn’t? He. . help, please! Amanda Carpenter."She quickly stuffed it into the clerk's hand as when he handed her the room key.The guard came back a second later and they went to the cottage. Inside Amanda went to the bathroom and found her and David's grooming supplies. She found her pocketbook and then she went to get clothes."No," the guard said. "We don't have time for that. I have to get you back before someone misses you. And get rid of the pocketbook." Please, let me just get some underwear and. .. every time she pissed he was kneeling waiting, then wiped her beautiful pussy with his tongue.Back in the bedroom he served breakfast to Mistress. F. then licked Her feet while she ate and drank her coffee and read the paper; after breakfast Claudia gave him his orders for the morning :- I have to go out for a couple of hours. You will clean my room and prepare lunch for two: my daughter will be here for lunch. Now its time to let me enjoy ...make me cum slut!!!F starts to lick his. It was far enough off the beaten path to never see another person. Her retreat was very well appointed with all the amenities. She lay nude upon a large, flat rock in the sun, her curvy body glistening in the late Summer sun. She often roamed naked. Her life was ordered and controlled, so when she had free time, she often retreated here alone, to lose control, and be free of the life which confined her. Lana Baxter had long beautiful chestnut brown hair, which she kept upswept in a strict bun.