They took this habit from their dad and the former marshals. They felt like they were even more vulnerable without horses since they had to put their ...olt revolvers in their saddlebags before entering the dance hall.They had been at the Christmas social only a couple of hours when Ezra nudged Little Eli and nodded toward the front door.There stood the same young man dressed as a Texas Dandy, who had confronted them at the river a few years back, asking the whereabouts of Marshal Crow. As the. He pointed to a room ahead."Okay." My penis was growing hard now. The room was empty except for a mattress on the floor and a few candles. We entered in and he locked the door magically. "Now what?" I asked eagerly."Do you still have feelings for me, Harry?" We were standing opposite each other, looking each other in the eye seductively."Yes, I love you." There was a long silence. I was very brave to say that and felt even braver as I said, "Do you love me?" An even longer silence followed."I. Stewart. I’m Robert, your personal butler.” The concierge exclaimed. “You’re guests on the Astor Floor where along with the staff I will assure privacy and meet your every need.” Robert escorted us to a Tuscan style suite overlooking ocean-side golf holes on the property’s links adjacent to Monarch Beach. The butler was blond, buff and tanned wearing khaki cords, a long sleeved teal button-down, and black cashmere v-neck sweater vest. With a pleasant smile Robert wished us a pleasant stay and. The floor was polished wood, and the walls likewise. The source of the heat was an open roaring fireplace above which hung an ornate, brass framed mirror. ?You there, Girl, stay where you are and put both hands in the air!? came a voice from behind her. She did as she was told, and the gagged maid bound her wrists together and attached them to a ceiling beam. She was naked, and restrained, but she wasn’t uncomfortable, she was starting to get used to this. She felt cool metal cuffs placed.