“Oh,” you whispered, “I had forgotten about it.” I did rub and caress your ass while kissing you but didn’t give the cameras any skin to see...The elevator door opened, and we walked to our room. I turned and said, “You ready?”“Always.”The maid had provided turn down service and drew back the top comforter. She also had pulled the sheer curtain closed but the not the blackout ones.You slipped off your heels and exclaimed, “Now that is definitely a relief.”“Stay by the window for now,” I. Now there was some light I could see that in the corner of the room was a stack of shoeboxes. Carefully stepping over the man’s body, I went to investigate them. They were stuffed with the missing pages. Puzzled, I moved around the room looking for further details, desperately avoiding the more obvious search I had to do. Going to the computer that sat on the desk in the corner. I pushed the switch on. The LEDs lit up and the screen flickered. I was surprised there was power. It was an old. He reached out with a hand, found the hard rim of the bed, started to pull himself towards it.A warm weight settled on his back. Nicole lay on top of him, her soft breasts squashed against his back. George stopped squirming."It's really not possible for a man to fight a succubus from this position," she whispered in his ear. "Not when he's naked and she's on top of him. Not when her naked flesh is pressed against his."George's mouth gaped open and he released a little sigh. Her skin felt so. "And you'd reached the end of your tether with me." That's true," mummy replied. "I had. All the same... I'm sorry."I went and sat on mummy's knee, and we cuddled. Mummy straightened out my dress on my leg, and rubbed my arm."Mummy, you don't need to be sorry," I said. "When I first started having to be a little girl I hated it. I hated putting on the frilly knickers and the lacy dresses. I felt sad and cross because you threw out all my toys. I hated going to Brownies and ballet and ballroom.