Pancreatic cancer took Mick from her two years earlier. A short and painful affair, his passing left her empty and mournful. Since his death there had...been no other man, couple or anyone that had touched her, loved her, cared for her.Her only enjoyment came from a small group of female friends, the gym and good wine. Now though he was back, standing only a metre away and still managing to send a delicious tingle down her spine.The three young men were picking their rooms when Marcus broke the. Claire's blood pleasure was rising as her heartbeat started to increase and after ten minutes.Claire got off the desk and stood up as Erfan tongue naturally followed her pussy. Erfan was on his knees eating out Claire's hairy snatch and it was impossible for him to give up now because of the odor. The blonde stood on her two feet as Erfan was on his knees pleasuring her. Claire felt power over Erfan and felt the need to let him know."Ya, this is you down here and this is me up here!" yelled. The one I've been sent to.The lights on the ground floor are all off, and the only light is a faint glow from an upstairs room. I assume it's a bedroom, and the glow is an ultraviolet blue, as though someone's using a sunbed. When I reach the front door, just as I reach for the bell, I notice that the door is slightly ajar.I walk in, and lying on the hall floor is a polaroid photograph. This time it's a long shot, of a latex clad body lying on a bed, legs spread and with a spreader bar between. I move my arm, the belt whipping through the air, landing hard across both cheeks, a loud slap as it connects. Your back arches and your head snaps back, as you scream in agony from the blow. I throw the belt onto the bed and walk to the table to get my drink. I turn and watch you, struggling to come to terms with the pain you are feeling, struggling to resist the urge not to move your hands to rub your marked arse. Putting the glass down, I instruct you to drop to your hands and knees and to.