Can you feel it?” She just nodded her head. “ no tell me can you feel it”. “yes”. “ what do you feel honey” he knew he was in charge now.... “ your.. Your… cock.” She spoke shyly and surprised that she is using this language. “ honey don’t you like my cock on your pussy? Don’t nod just say it. “ Yes I like it on my …….p. Pussy.” “ I want to fuck you right now will you please come to my room its room no. 301. Will you please come honey tell me. ?” She nodded. Ok honey music is going to stop and I. ‘That’s quite correct. Robert Reading is my name,’ he said with a broad smile on his face. ‘But you’re an African? How did get the surname Reading.’ ‘African I may look,’ he laughed, showing very white teeth, ‘but the look is Kenyan though I am British. I was born here, in this very hospital in fact. My father came over here just after the war and settled here. The family name caused quite a few problems because it was almost unpronounceable so he changed it by deed poll and as he was now. This is a timed event. If neither one of you finds the keys. You both stay here together. GO!" I roll to my side; the handcuffs are biting into my wrists. I feel Amber roll over too. I feel her hands grab my feet several times. We both are making muffing noises into the gags. I finally feel the keys at my fingertips. I let out a squeal. I hand them to Amber. She tries the keys. I hear what I think is her saying, oh shit into the gag. She hands me the keys. I feel them. They are the wrong keys.. Betty was sitting up, lazily scratching herself and yawning.“Why did you want me in your bed?” she asked, the words garbled by another yawn.“Betty, I understand you do not like to suck cock or take it up the ass. I am going to change that.”Instantly, she was wide awake, her eyes big, her face with that wild startled expression.“Who told you that?”She did not remember that she told me during dinner when we had our wide-open sex discussion. She had been in a trance, programmed by me to be totally.