And yet... Yes, in the bedroom. One person, I was sure of it. Unmoving. My body alert, I walked into the room and turned on the light.There was a woma... sleeping in my bed. No, not sleeping, awake but under the covers. As I turned on the lights, she slipped out of the bed and laid herself prostrate on the floor before me.It was Dodi, one of the women who had served us a few hours ago in the dining hall. I had startled her then by asking her for her name and a few other questions about the area.. He showed up tried the lock himself. When he couldn't get it to open he undid the hinges. Both were able to get out that way. Darlina was visibly relieved and thanked us both but said something strange. We were her witnesses that she and the guy were stuck in there against their will. I wondered why she would be concerned about witnesses but didn't feel like I should ask. She next turned to the guy and scooted him over a bit. She talked to him in a low voice. She placed her hand on his cheek. . I mean, shit, he got banged up in the process, and I feel kind of shitty about that!” Melody and Jane both drew close, and we simply held each other in companionable silence for a few minutes.“Nate, if he hadn’t crashed, but had finished out of the money, would you feel this badly?” asked Jane; as Melody burrowed even closer and Beth pulled herself against us as though suddenly chill. “I mean, assuming that John actually learned anything from this whole thing, which frankly I doubt, since it. Leaving the men to their wanking Marg and I went upstairs to get dolled up.I had a skirt and blouse on over my sexy new basque and stocking and watching Marg out of the corner of my eye I could see she was a stunner with firm tits and a good arse just the sort my husband would die for.Once ready we went down stairs, I sat between the men on the settee thinking it would give Marg the choice of who she sat next to, but to my surprise she stood in front of us, she really did look good in her smart.