Only... She was scared. Desperately, mortally scared. She asked herself the same question she was going to ask Fran: if she wanted to escape?Only she ...idn't know. She couldn't make the decision now. And, when the time came, what decision would she make?Renee collapsed on the bed and the sweat beaded on her body despite the chill in the room. It's the heroin, she told herself. It's the desire for heroin that's making me sweat.But she lied to herself, and she knew it. It was fear--fear that she. I think the others picked up on my mood and left me alone to wallow in my misery.It was a relief to get home. On checking my smartphone in the privacy of my room, I found a text message from Dimitri telling me to read my e-mail. That reminded me to send text messages to Michael and Dennis to say I’d been grounded and I’d see them at school the next day. I didn’t want them waiting in vain at our usual rendezvous point.Dimitri’s e-mail was disappointing. The hotel’s security system was very. I like her and she seems real nice.” The game was fun and they even won it, which is a surprise. We went to dinner then and got back to her place around 7pm. We were both pretty whipped and just fell down on the couch. “This has been a perfect weekend for me. You make me feel so alive and wanted Tim. Last night was amazing, and I loved every minute of it, but this morning, when you made love to me, that was it for me.”She now had tears running down her face, so I took her in my arms and cursed. Mom reached down amd took my hard cock into her hand, squeezing it firmly. No longer a mere submissive party but now an active participant. I was very proud of my achievements. She turned over and opened her legs. "How many times have we made love now?" I asked. "Three, but I sucked you off when you took a little nap, so three and a half," she answered with a big smile suddenly illuminating her beautiful face. It was still very youthful even as she was nearing her late forties. "I love you,".