And wait for the moment of his vengeance... !Link Morgan's sudden appearance in Lydia Newell's bedroom struck Jean as being a strange phenomenon, but ...n her drugged state it meant little to her. Even her exposed nakedness before him raised no sense of embarrassment or shame; only his big hands suddenly gripping hold of her arms and detaining her from leaving caused a wave of frustration to wash through her sensuously trembling belly. She had to get to her Caesar... to have his wonderful cock. Joliet laid there and whispered in my ear 'I didn't want to have to wait till I came home for that.' Joliet showered and dressed, giving me kiss on the lips 'I'll get some more when I get home, but you know I have work to do, don't wait up, I'll wake you when I return.' With that Joliet was out the door, I heard Joliet drive off spinning the wheels as usual. I went to the shower and cleaned my self up, being in no rush, I took my time stroking my penis as I showered and thinking what Joliet. For now" it thought to itself, picking up the 'shoes'. Each consisted of a flat metal disk, obviously intended to sit on the floor, with a narrow slightly curved metal strip emerging almost at right angles to the disk. At the floor end, a metal cup would capture the slave's toes, while the spikes lining the metal strip provided yet another reminder that the slave was there to suffer for the enjoyment of its Mistress. A cuff could be slid up or down the metal strip, then locked in place around. I was obviously hoping that the filth would follow me and Jay into the hotel room.I unlocked the hotel room door and walked in. The walls were adorned with bright pink flowered wallpaper. A cheap double wardrobe stood in one corner, a matching dressing table by its side. A chaise lounge was shoved into a corner looking decidedly out of place like it had been stolen from the five star hotels from across the road.I dropped my overnight bag onto the floor and threw myself on the bed. I'd arrived.