”“Bellevue?” Jenny asked.“Yeah.” John said, “Going to make some coffee.”“I’ll be there before it’s done.” Jenny said, “John, W...w! My body is still tingling.”“I love you more than I thought was possible.” John kissed Jenny. He was concerned last night that the bed might break apart, “I’m glad I could please you.” John’s smile said it all as the two looked at each other rubbing noses.John stepped into his shoes and made his way to the kitchen after a pit stop. Coffee was made. John poured himself. He broke out into a wide smile when he realized that she was heading for a spot overlooking the councilman’s house.The driver of the truck had already gotten out, dropped the tailgate, and set up ramps. Councilman Trosper was standing beside the truck. As Brooke aimed the camera, the driver of the truck climbed into the bed and unhooked the ties for the tarp. A minute or so later, he whipped off the tarp.“Looks like a brand new quad.”“It looks like a bribe to me,” Brooke corrected him, her. ” Charlotte watched as Mrs. Denver took off her jacket and pointed to the floor in front of the caning chair and snapped, “Stand there Charlotte.” Charlotte walked across the room and stood still watching her boss, who was about to discipline her. She wore a short-sleeved shirt, her skirt and tights, with black shoes. Charlotte thought how attractive, so charismatic, and yes she most certainly fancied this older dominant woman, but was shaken from her thoughts when she commanded, “Please. I was meant to be checked out by 10am on that Monday morning, but after a rough night out with the girls, I had over slept. Truthfully, I had little intention of rushing. It was out of season anyway, it’s not like they were low on hotel rooms. I was a paying customer and I had the right to enjoy the room for at least the morning, didn’t I? I had awoken that morning from an erotic dream, a recurring erotic dream. Every time I had this dream I woke up so horny and yet alone in bed and this.