And will you be joining us for lunch?”“Can I let you know?”“Of course.”The sombre and near-deserted Lounge Bar was High Victorian, with a th...eadbare Turkey carpet covering the entire floor. I almost expected to see Miss Haversham seated in a wing chair by the huge log fire. The bar’s sole occupant was my chat site contact, Alan, reading Country Life. I nervously approached.“Hi, I’m Mark. You must be Alan.” We shook hands.“Good morning, Mark. Welcome to the Castle Mount Hotel.” As the barman. Both girls let out muffled cries as the determination took over and I could tell by Val’s gyrations over Alex’s face that she was serious. Both girls started to shake and it was Alex who went limp first so I had to give the first point to Val, I sat back on the sofa with my tent pole clearly visible as the girls squared up for round 2.The girls squared up again trying to readjust their panties back into place, I just sat there trying to hide my hard on watching the fight unfold.Val seemed weak. Her scream was entirely muffled by the panties still in her mouth.Chuckling he turned and pushed her to stumble and hop ahead of him back inside the apartment. In effect he was carrying her by the nape of her neck. Ed bruised her toes badly on the doorsill as she stumbled and fell on her face when Sean gave a final shove, pushing her back inside and letting go.Lifting her again to her feet, this time by her hair, Sean walked the blindfolded woman into the kitchen. Quickly spotting a rack of. “It’s just that she’s been specifically requested. We wish to let clients know immediately when someone they can clearly see is unavailable.”“It is my fault as much as anyone else,” Master Kessler says. “I should have noticed that no one asked for an exception. It looks bad, but we all make mistakes.”“Or I could go and see what the client wants,” I say. “Perhaps set up something later.”“We hate to intrude on your celebration.”“I’m a whore; this is what we do.”Master Kessler nods. “Thank you..