" Ha, felt left out eh? I'm sure..." Vanessa teased. "I have to admit, everything is like a dream come true. Every fantasy I ever dreamed of has come ...to pass overnight." I'm glad my mistress is pleased." Alexis blushed again."I can't help but wonder though, if I woke up my parents or older brother during our activities," Vanessa whispered."Oh, don't worry about that, I enchanted this room so that nothing could be heard from the outside. Wouldn't want any intruders interrupting our fun now would. It is purely fictional.I laid on my bed in the darkness, a faint light glistening from the door in front of me. It was quiet, with only a hint of noise coming from the TV downstairs in the kitchen. I wasn’t tired, but I knew I had to get some sleep. I looked over at the digital clock on my nightstand. The red numbers read 10:46. I gave out a big sigh and noticed the noise from the TV downstairs had ceased. I listened for a moment, and heard footsteps coming up the stairs. The light from the. At least, she never mentioned anything.As he sat at this hotel bar, Chris could not shake the sense of anti-climax he felt at another meaningless birthday celebration. Histhoughtful and loving wife meant well, and only wanted to make himhappy. But last month, when Linda had casually asked - just as she didevery year - "What do you want to do for your birthday?" He had beenvery tempted to say, 'I want to go to a seedy bar, pick up a trashy-looking prostitute wearing too much make-up and jewelry,. She was used to being in charge, and suddenly, she was very much NOT in charge. She found out just how much not in charge she was as Megan walked up to her and spanked her pussy. Once. Hard. Pain flashed through Carly’s brain like a short-circuit, but she didn’t move and didn’t make a sound. Smack, smack, first one, then the other of Carly’s breasts received a slap from Megan’s palm. There was silence in the room, everyone watching, enthralled, and starting to get hard again.Megan was behind.