The whole thing had been a big mistake and now Meg was alone and really no better off than she was before.Meg was a little over forty and still had a ...ood body and pretty face framed in flame red hair but all the good men ,as the song went, had gone, or so it seemed.With only herself to wash and cook for Meg was bored to tears.She cleaned the house every day but it never seemed to get untidy enough to bother . Meg would wander around the house in gust her white cotton panties and a brassiere if. I was actually surprised that they hadn't figured it out days earlier. I guess worrying over the trouble they were in, kept them from catching on."You are Beth's "Older Guy" aren't you, Sir?" Yes Adrian ... go ahead put the rest of it together."It was Amy that got there first, "It was Beth's cherry that you took that day!" Yes it was, Princess. She kind of wanted it to stay a secret. But to paraphrase what I said yesterday; I'm the Master and I do whatever, and whoever I fucking want to. Does. It contained desks and chairs, with maps, fruit and drinks aplenty. One area was sectioned off with a partially translucent veil across it. This area had a bed with a large throw and fur blanket. The solider led her to this sleeping area and then securely tied both her wrists with short lengths of material to iron rings on each side of the bed head. He then left her alone in this room. The world became a dance of colours and warm feelings as she lay there. She lounged on the bed, trying to make. I told Frank that if it wasn’t done within twenty-four hours, I was leaving him and moving to a motel! I mean, listen, I’m from Florida - I love Florida! - but the only thing that makes Florida civilized is air conditioning!”The weather had been unbearably hot earlier in the week, Paige remembered. “So now you’re lying around outside in the heat instead of inside in cool comfort.”“And drinking!” Paige admitted the wisdom of this and made another round of rum punches. “Besides,” continued.