On a business trip, I stopped into Ulta – and was immediately lost. I had never paid attention to the fact that make-up was grouped by brand and not...by product. I felt out of my depth. Before I knew what to do, a nice lady came up and asked if I needed help. I played dumb and showed her my list and asked if she could help me. “Is this all for your wife?” “Sure” I responded as she proceeded to escort me through the store and started grabbing my items. “Your wife has good taste” the lady said to. My true worth is shown by leading him in growing to that level.”“Visions of ecstasy fill me. Perhaps he’ll tie me down and I must beg him to take his pleasure in me. Perhaps he’ll fuck my face. Perhaps he’ll squirt his cum on me and demand I mark myself his. Perhaps he will tease me but hold me apart showing the pleasure he takes in himself, ignoring me except to fan the fires of my frustration. In all, he uses my body without holding back, without fear of the difference in our position.”Ashley. He'd—He grabbed my hand by the wrist and dragged me to my feet."We're going to bed," he said. "We will see everyone tomorrow."That said, he practically dragged me to our rooms up stairs. Not that I resisted much. Or at all for that matter.I giggled as I skipped across the floor, shedding an item of clothing with each step. Green, brown and earth-tone cloth fell like autumn leaves onto the smooth boards of the floor. Next went my knife, unstrung bow and arrows. I was naked by the time I reached. ”“Gotcha.”I left. I had parked out of sight of The Peanut, but I still checked before I got into my truck. When I was sure he wasn’t following me, I called Sergeant Finch. “I think it’s working.”“We’re in place.” In the Marriott lobby.I looked in my rearview. Smiled. Bear was in his souped-up Chrysler, he had my back. I hadn’t asked him to, but it didn’t surprise me.I did have Birdy Cummings, my grandmotherly freelancer, tracking Darrel Clemson. She was parked near his blue Mustang and would.