"Oh God Gary," Sandy moaned as she felt my tongue come out and touch the top of her crack.I felt her begin to shiver as my tongue slowly moved down be...ween the damp cheeks, leaving a trail of saliva. Ever so slowly my tongue moved lower and lower. I knew that she was enjoying what I was doing when her ass lifted up slightly and pressed back at me.I pulled back and looked at her exposed little rear hole. It was pink and wrinkled, almost winking at me, pulsing. We both moaned as I moved my head. Getting ready to take what he had in store for her. He thrilled at her courage. But he had to correct her. Start as you mean to go on. “ Yes what?” She looked puzzled for a moment and then realisation dawned. A small, wicked smile played at the corners of her mouth as she spoke. Loud and clear…and sexily drawled: “ Yes Sir, Mr Fordham Sir. What ever you say Sir!” He roared approval in his laugh. It was her cheeky brat phrase. The one she had been using on him in the office for two years now.. " She had a wicked look in her eye.After dinner, some people headed to their rooms and other decided to go out dancing. Helen's husband was playing host to a few other guys and when he asked her along she said "No, Frank. Four men on the town and little me would only cramp your style." They headed out. I had decided to stay in as I had a 7:30 a.m. breakfast meeting with some local clients. As the guys left, Helen asked if I'd like a nightcap and I agreed. She ordered drinks from the waitress.. What’s the problem?Dan: Bec seems to have gone on a little trip.Dr K: I don’t know what that means. Is she not in her room?Dan: She’s there, but she thinks she’s in Narnia, being held captive in a cell by the White Witch of Narnia.(I took a moment to assimilate that)Dr K: In your opinion, is she playing a game? Or is she genuinely caught in a delusion?Dan: She’s not playing. I can always tell when she’s playing. Sometimes she has fun comparing herself or her life to some fictional situation. Or.