I doubt if you could anyway. It is on very securely. Then we are going to move you to where we want you next. You will cooperate with us completely an... you will do as you are told. Do you understand?" "Yes. I will do what you tell me. I promise," Kitty said, sounding almost relieved. Mr. P. sounded almost sympathetic. Maybe the worst was over. Kitties’ bindings were removed and they helped her to sit up. Her hands were still bound together in front of her, but it was simply a relief. Beth’s bedroom, which I expected to be black lights and dark, was bright and very feminine. Rose painted walls, pink bedspread, white furniture and girl band posters on the wall.I took it all in as Beth pulled back the covers on the bed. I watched as she quickly took off her t-shirt, kicked off her sneakers, stepped out of her jeans, jumped into the bed wearing her bra and panties, and pulled the covers up over her. I took off my sneakers, t-shirt and jeans and walked toward the bed. I didn’t. It was a fantasy that still fascinated her and, more importantly, excited her no end. Jennifer was anxious to get to the hotel. She had arrived a day before the conference so that she could have this first night to herself. Well … nearly to herself. Jenny, as everyone called her, always remembered the house maid, Louise, who had taken care of her while her mother was a professional golfer and travelling the country. Louise was a French woman who had emigrated a decade ago. Her English was. Well i like the smell of a womans toilet odors to be honest....You mean you enjoy a womans pee and bowel smell?...She looked incredulous.Oh well I guess i never have heard of anything like this but I suppose it is harmless..just kinda feels funny to hear something like that.So your not upset or angry with me?A bit confused but not angry or upset OK. I got up and gave her a big hugg which she returned with gusto.She then asked does Terry (my wife) know about this? Yes we both know and she.