I was wrong."'Yes," the man's eyes are filled with satisfaction. "Yes you were. I usedyour own fetish against you, Paul. You kept coming to this place... visitingthe BDSM scene, thinking you can just pay and leave.. that, being the CEO,your privacy was secure. But you didn't know. You didn't know I'd beenwatching you, Paul.. using your own vices to capture you!" Yes," I lower my head. "You have given me much more than I bargainedfor.." Just look at your tassels and those white feathers, gently. Peter looks at me over his shoulder."If I told you to stay out of trouble, would you?"I grab the extra room key. "I'll see you at the buffet. Later." I grin as I walk past them, "Oh, yeah, an' there's uh box uh you-know-whats in my backpack." I hit the elevator.Hopefully, Peter's gettin' laid already.In the lobby, it dawns on me that I have two hours to kill before the buffet for the swimmers starts. I had planned to watch a movie in the room but that's out now so I park myself in the lobby and. ..and it HAD to stop!The main reception room for the Estate was festooned with velvety cushions. The current inhabitants made it seem like a sex-fetish cosplay brothel.So strange; even with Dad's kind of money; why would he buy so many high-priced call-girls? And keep them around like this? I mean, Dad was getting up there in age and not the best of health! It looked like ... eighteen of these sluts in this room alone. Most were nude; but some also had large, sparkling butterfly wings and. His beard brushed and burned against the sensitive skin of my thighs, making me hotter, making me ache and throb more. I could have shouted my house down, as he eagerly began licking me, tracing figure eights across my clit, dipping down into my wet hole, my pussy clenching on his tongue, eager for more, begging for it. I was so empty and it felt so good.I was building quickly to my peak, aching and rocking, fighting every second, squeezing my thighs around his head, digging my hands into his.