She patted the empty stool next to her. "Here, sit down and have a drink. Please," she added when she saw the hesitation on Sarah's face.Sarah slipped...into the offered seat. She laughed, a bit uneasily. "I really shouldn't," she began."Oh, I'm sorry," said Dee. "I didn't think. You need to get home of course."Moved by a sudden impulse, Sarah spoke up quickly. "No, its not that. My mother is there and already plans on spending the night. In fact," Sarah laughed again, this time more comfortably.. The Arranger. I went up to Room 319 at the appointed time, and joined the other three men in suits, and took a glass of the offered champagne. Catherine came out from the bedroom alcove, dressed in an outfit that screamed lust, celebration, and unfettered womanhood. She wore six inch blood red high heels, the black tight bodice, pushing up her creamy white breasts. The black silk stockings and suspender belt drawing men’s eyes to that white soft band of exposed thigh. The tiny, tight g-string,. What else?” “I dream of making you paint my toenails while a roomful of men watch, wondering if we’re lovers, dreaming of us naked, grinding our pussies together. When the pink gloss dries, I push my big toe into your mouth and make you suck on it like your sucking cock. I know you like to suck cock. And all the guys can see I am your owner and that you are my little fuck toy.” “You’re making me so wet already. Keep going, please.” “I dream of taking you into the shower room and blindfolding. Mom was being detained. They allowed us a last conversation, in which Mom told me she'd somehow made an agreement, that they would leave me out of it and deport me back home. She became evasive when I asked what was going to happen to her. She hugged me and told me not to worry, she would show them there was nothing wrong and she would be home soon. Naturally I was afraid. That country didn't have a great humanitarian record, and there had been some reports of the use of torture by the police,.