Knock,knock,knock.....no answer, they were in the bathroom with the loud fan on, Tv was on, no way they're going to hear me, don't have my cell phone,...so now here I am drunk and stoned standing in the hallway holding an ice bucket with no way into the room, my only choice is to go to the front desk and get another key. I put the ice bucket down and I take a surreal trip in the elevator and go to the front desk where the only staff I see is checking in a older couple, almost at midnight too, so. Behind us as I bounced Frank used his finger on my ass hole, spuring me on with new sensations, a jar of elbow grease lube had appeared and he used this to insert first one then two and finally three fingers in my forbidden and tight hole, each new digit was greeted with a gasp although I was not sure if the pain came from the manipulation of my breast or the insertions in my ass, whatever, it was sending waves of ecstacy through me.George stood on thr bed and as I bounced presented his cock to. Would you like to come over and inspect your handiwork? I still have a few marks that haven't gone away yet." No thanks," said Danny, "not tonight anyway." He saw no reason to change the evening's plans because a couple of fuck toys had landed in his lap. "I don't want you to think I'm ignoring you guys on purpose but I'll be pretty busy for a while." I understand," said Margaret. "Your mother's not completely under your control yet." How the hell..." The woman was a witch as far as Danny was. A few moments passed, sitting up in the blackness... nothing. She listened nervously to the sound of waves crashing calmly in the distance; she had left her window slightly open to let in some cool air. She slowly lay back down on her pillow, stretching her pale legs under the blanket once again, assuming she had been dreaming, but no sooner had she closed her eyes did something touch her again, something slimy. Amy didn't move a muscle, paralyzed with curious fear. Something slimy and sticky.