There were twelve rooms on the second floor, all were very nice, but number forty-two was the finest of all the rooms. The girls called it the “Hone...moon Suite.” (In case you’re wondering, the first number indicated which corner of the building it was located. There were three rooms per corner.) Each room had a private bathroom, and two entrances, one for the customer, the other for the girl.Brit thought she saw Danielle earlier in the back of the room but she couldn’t be sure. It looked like. The meals were spreads worthy of kings and, at times, she cleaned in a short pair of shorts and gray cut-off top. This was because “i always clean in comfy clothing at home… Sometimes none at all! Hee-heee!” lindy’s accent still had somewhat of a hold on her, so when she spoke like that, my insides were jelly. At 5’7″ tall and no more than 68 kg’s, she had a sexy, lanky body that teased as i watched it. Still, the wife had no idea what lindy was doing to me, nor my thoughts on how to retaliate.. His hands on my bare flesh under the shorts made me dizzy, and Wolf pulled me up the last big step and hugged me - hopefully only to keep me from falling?Why was hugging such a source of warmth, of confidence? I remembered the rude pre-school formula: Hugging, kissing, stripping, sucking, fucking, dumping! »Are you alright, Tadpole?«, Wolf asked carefully, holding me once more by the buttocks, grinding his growing arousal into my dickel with sheer concern. »I'm fine, Wolf, I can stand by. It's not even an ounce being poured in, then I pour a common sweet syrup filling it near to the top. Then gave it to her. She knows the syrup after a quick sniff of the cup and greedily drinks it. Usually the syrup is given only as a reward for good behavior. She does not know what is ahead.After a moment, she feels her heart lurch from inside, the cup drops from her hand then she collapses on the floor. She's not dead, nor is she in any "real" danger. I bring out my "book" and open it. Inside.