For security purposes, the exterior doors to the hotel facility had been locked at midnight and Cathy would have been unable to get in until the recep...ionist arrived at 8:00."Where have you been? We looked all over for you last night. You had us worried. I walked up and down Michigan Avenue looking for you. Are you alright?" I'm fine, just a little tired. I didn't sleep well." Not that it is my business, but where did you sleep?" I ran into someone that was in the army with my husband when we. This was an impaler! I had seen these in online catalogs, and the photos had been a source of endless fantasizing.The slave’s feet would be attached to the rings near the bottom. A dildo would be connected to the screw fitting on top, then adjusted upward and into the slave’s ass, impaling him and securing him immovably to the spot. Pre-cum dripped from my erect cock. I was mesmerized by this device and the fantasies it dredged up within me. Suddenly the door opened - my viewing session was. Slipping inside her building, he ninja’ed his way past the common room without being seen, then headed to the elevator in the hopes that taking the extra time to get to her would help him calm down. Almost trying to delay his gratification. He smirked to himself as he leaned back against the cool elevator walls and shoved his hands in his pocket – heart still racing. His deep breaths continued as he sauntered casually down the hallway to Suki’s room, taking one last heavy inhale before knocking. "Neither," she chirped, her eyes sparkling with excitement that suggested she was in the grip of one of her grand plans. "It's for you, but you need my help." Why... ?" Goodness, which question did I want answered first? Let's work backwards; Belinda doesn't make mental leaps easily so she's easier to unwind that to reset. "Hang on, why do you need to help dress me?" Sweetie, you know I love you, right?" she looked uncharacteristically serious for a moment."Um? Sure, OK." I sensed a trap, but.