”He smiled wryly and continued, “Things have changed - they aren’t good - but why don’t you folks get settled, and we can talk after the other... arrive. Pēteris, your original three rooms are open. Divide them up as you will. Robinblue and Tristan have the next room over - tell you why in a minute - and don’t worry, he sleeps on a pallet across the door.”In an afterthought, Hans added, “I’m sure you’ll all want baths after eating and catching up on the news. We’ll get the water started, and you. Some time and several orgasms later, Ella finally rolled off and stood looking down at the two girls, straightening and arranging her disheveled hair. “Wow,” she said. “Wow.” And with that she went to refill her wine glass, leaving Kelly and Kat alone, still cuffed to the bed.“It’s kinda weird knowing my mom is out there,” said Kelly.“Yeah, it is,” agreed Kat. “But kinda hot, too.”“You think so?”“Yeah! I mean, I don’t want to fuck my own mom,” said Kat, smiling devilishly. “But I’d love to fuck. I moan louder. You keep slapping my ass, turning it warm and pink, and soon you're panting and hard again."I'm gonna slap your ass one more time... then I'm gonna fuck that tight little cunt of yours the way you've been begging me to with your eyes for months..." The last slap is hard and resounding... it stings as it connects wetly with my pussy and I clench to keep from cumming right there. Once again, you surprise me by turning me over and pressing down on my shoulders until my tits are flat. Isolde’s approach to resourcefulness was to carry a variety of items in her backpack. She almost never carried merely a purse. On those social occasions when a purse was called for, she had her trusty backpack in her car. When she was dating, some men had a problem with her appearing at the door wearing an evening gown, and carrying both a small clutch and her backpack, but she always laughed it off, saying, “A girl never knows what she might get into (or out of) during a night on the town.”.