." Are you sure?" Wolfgang asked, following the woman's eyes towards a wide opening in the wall."Eva went up to her room a couple hours ago," she told... him, picking up the money as the bartender approached. "That's all I know." What's upstairs?" Wolfgang asked and the girl shrugged, turning her attention to the drinks she needed.The stairway was some two meters wide and red carpeted with a brass chain across the entry. A sign hanging from it said, "Private" and Wolfgang ignored the notice,. His favorite part wasn’t the screwing though. Actually, it was two things. First, she was bound. A soft nylon rope was laced up her torso like a corset, framing her breasts and binding her hands behind her back. The second favorite part was the dirty talk taking place between the two of them, “Slut” and “little cocksleeve,” was their favorite, and his too ... There was a third thing ... It was pretty easy to imagine it was Kimber. Especially as the man fucked the girl and slapped her ass. With. Mabel realized that she was tired and slowed to a trot. It was easier to stay on, but my backside was paying the price. I tried to steer Mabel and it somewhat worked, I guess. Hey, I wasn't the Lone Ranger; I didn't know what the horse was thinking. Marks' car was still in sight and I wasn't getting too close. It would be hard to be on the sly riding a horse. I didn't want Marks or his mob fingering me.We finally got out of the city and Mabel tried to stop and eat some grass. That was all I. Before I went down stairs, I quickly stuffed her panties from my desk into a drawer, hiding them away. I quickly took the sheets out of the washing machine and tossed them into the dryer before heading back up the stairs. The clock said 8:51 pm, so I figured we still had a good hour or so before my parents came back home. When I came back into my room Isabelle was sitting on the edge of my bed, playing video games. She had dried off, leaving a towel around her hair. You didnt have a hair dryer.