" Curtsy.In fewer days than I'd have thought, I found myself starting to growaccustomed to my captivity. It worried me. I wore a maid's uniform, Icook...d and cleaned and scrubbed and laundered and ironed, I called themmy lord and my lady, I curtsied to them a hundred times a day. I realizedthat I needed to escape from this situation before it became routine. I'dheard that captives could develop emotional relationships with theircaptors, and I didn't want that to happen to me. Blackthwaite House. My head flew back and my eyes closed. I was in heaven.He brought a hand to bear and suddenly there was a finger inside me instead. His tongue made its way to my clitoris. It touched and I screamed! My hips began to rotate on Andrew's face, humping, helping those long lovely fingers to find their way deeper into my pussy.I could hear Donnie behind me bouncing on Andrew's cock, groaning, working her way to a peak. We were both so hot, we couldn't last too long. His tongue was worrying my clit. I. . it was sublime. My eyes fell half-way shut as relaxation took over, caution seemingly thrown to the wind as I lifted the screen of the laptop. I turned it on and waited as patiently as possible for it to load. I was distinctly aware of the chance of a password.. and pleasantly surprised when it appeared there was none. After a half of surfing the web, I began exploring into their files. Definitely a breach of privacy, but my curiosity was too strong. I skimmed through a few documents idly. They soon pulled up in front of the hotel, and she stepped out as the doorman opened the door for her. Henry stepped out after, looking dashing in an Armani suit. She straightened the bottom of her Oscar de la Renta wrap around dress, and smoothed her Les Best coat. Her Jimmy Choo heels clicked their way up the carpeted path and into the hotel.They met the other families at the coat rack, where cashmere, suede, mink, and other various fur coats were traded in for little blue tickets with.