I guess I was getting very excited when slowly I came awake in the darkened room--awake enough to see that the door was still firmly wedged shut with ... chair. I was glad when the lovely sensations at my slit didn't stop. Spreading my legs a little, I tried to slip back into the sexy dream. Then a wet, warm something sanded my vulva so hard that the sensual sparks flashed through every nerve in my body. This was no dream!"Napoleon!" I gasped, pushing myself up on shaky elbows. The dog gave a. ‘I’m Henrietta Gibbons. You must be Brian Driver.’ Brian laughed as they shook hands. Henrietta showed a mouthful of teeth as she nearly blushed at the way she’d deceived Brian. He took her to register at the motel, and then to the café for an inspection tour and to have lunch. While Henrietta kept him laughing, she had a serious side, too. ‘How much are you losing, Brian?’ ‘Who says we’re losing money?’ ‘It’s obvious. You have too much help, and maintenance expense to keep the equipment. “Just do it” she replied rather swiftly. I took a picture and spent a bit looking at it. It really wasn’t bad, showing enough of my cock, covered in the silky material and lacy edges. “Did you send it?” she asked, sounding impatient. I sent her the pic. It seemed like forever for her to reply. I was worried if she actually received it. I had never sent a dirty picture of myself to anyone, with good reason because I didn’t want it to fall into the wrong hands, and now I fear the worse. “Mmmm, I. On her lower half Jared had put on an old pair of very warm track pants that were also way too big for the girl’s body. The material was all concertinaed up the length of each leg and the crotch was hanging down near her knees making her butt look way over-sized. The girl’s black hair was also still all matted up even though by now it was completely dry. Big tufts of it stuck out in all directions adding to the whole scarecrow affect of her appearance.As for the mother - well she didn’t look.