But, if you read the incantation on the back of this paper, you will be guided to where you need to go. Good luck, Shara.”It doesn’t make any sens... to her. Penelope shakes her head and mutters, “Something I need?” Then she flips the paper over and reads the writing there. “Follow the path to a destination unknown. Take that path to the place you have to go.”No sooner does she say the last word do red footprints suddenly materialize right before her on the ground. They lead away from her and. I was so excited, I cannot describe it. I was like wax in her hands. My cock was hard like a rock when it jumped out of my jeans. I felt ashamed and shivered when I stood naked in front of her with a sticky erection. My cock has always had just an average size, but Carmella seemed to like him, because she couldn’t take her eyes off it.“Don’t be afraid”, she whispered.She knew that this was my first time. Very gently she caressed and rubbed it with both hands, it was hard for me not to explode. The basque uplifted my breasts, making the most of them. As I turned, I thought I heard a noise and looked towards the door, which remained as closed, and locked, as I had left it. I pulled on the dressing gown, unlocked the door, and climbed on to the bed.A remote lay on the bedside table, but there was no ubiquitous flat screen in evidence. Intrigued, I pressed the red button. Part of the mirror that faced the bottom of the bed flickered, and a grid of small screens appeared. Three rows of. Instead she seemed fascinated by her reflection in the mirrored doors of the elevator. I started walking towards her and her reflection and had just gotten my hand on her arm as the elevator opened and two middle aged men started to step out dragging their luggage behind them. "Sorry," I apologized. "She's a little drunk." "Ice?' she offered as she held out the brown bucket of ice. "No, thanks. Offering anything else?" one of the old men sneered. "No, she's not! She's going back to OUR room.