Just guys, not Adonises as in fantasies, but ordinary.This is Phil and Steve. They reached to shake my hand but the restraint restricted the movement....They turned to you and just laughed. You released the manacle and I went in search of a drink, my head dizzy with thoughts.I returned with glasses and wine to an empty room.I followed the noise and laughter down the long corridor to our bedroom. The bedroom where we slept, laughed and made love. Where we conceived our children. Where we cried. ” Julie said, before turning to me from Mander. “Any cameras we come across will all be pointed at Helena. But one of them, like Mander says, might think to care who these ‘mystery women’ are, so someone MAY snap a picture of us. And the shoes are a detail that’ll stand out. Neither of us have ankle tattoos, so if anyone remembers us, it’ll be for our feet and the shoes. If we have to risk camera exposure, those’ll be the detail that draws the eye. Worst case, you have to live with the. I had booked a double room overlooking the river, not that the view was going to matter. As usual, the bedroom was perfect with low lighting and pulled back quilt setting the ideal mood, raising the temperature between us to a new level. I slipped my hand around her waist, guiding her in closer to me "regrets in the morning?" I whispered, "non" she replied with one hand on my hip and the other around my neck as we swayed to no music but our own. Her breathing getting heavy with each move as our. " She said. "It's Mistress when we're alone slut!" Diana scolded. Abigail was shocked at being told off but immediately felt a dampness hit her panties. "Sorry mistress. Please come in." She said standing aside. Diana walked in and looked disgusted at the state of the place. "Shit, what a dump." She said bluntly. "I tried to tidy up before you arrived Mistress." Abigail said ashamed. "Is there anywhere even remotely clean for me to sit my naked ass on?" Diana asked. "My room Mistress." Abigail.