We ended up downstairs where the windows were high up, Darren moved a bench over so I could reach as I came down off the bench I slipped and he caught...me before I could hit the floor. Darren was a big black man 36 years old about 6 foot tall, not what you would call body builder but strong and very handsome. I'm 48 mother of 3, not what you would call overly fat but carry a few extra pounds, I stand 5.6, about 240 lbs. shoulder length dirty blond hair with very fat tits and nice wide hips. I. If the boy did not appear normal in all other respects, he would truly be worried about him.As the man reached his living room, dropping into a chair as he once again recounted his life here in this small village in the valley.Ever since that fateful night, Christian had been moving around with the boy trying to make sure no one could find him. It was only now that he was sure they were safe, as he made sure to change their appearance and names with each new village he traveled too.He could not. I’d gotten to know him over the many stays I’d had at the hotel. He snapped his fingers for someone to go to my room and pick up the luggage. ‘Señor Charlie! It was so good to see you again. You have already been checked out … the bill was taken care of.’ I knew when not to argue so I just shook his hand and thanked him for a wonderful stay. Instead of giving him a tip I made a mental note to send something to his wife. I overdid the tip to the bellhop for taking our luggage out to a taxi.. " She relaxed a little more, and he continued stroking her hand. Her eyes closed slowly, and soon her breathing was deep and slow. He crept silently out of the room, closing the door behind him. That evening a crystal bell chimed when it struck six. James was waiting at the bottom of the grand staircase, and he watched her walk carefully down the steps. She was wearing a crimson taffeta gown, with a V neck that showed a hint of her cleavage. The back plunged down to the small of her back, and.