This all would take time getting used to.I went visibly into my bedroom and saw the clock. Crap! I was wasting time.Out of habit I pocketed my keys an... was about to do the same with my cell phone. A thought came to mind. I wonder...I turned invisible. I opened my flip phone. It was a basic phone with a camera. I stepped back and took a picture of my dresser. The picture appeared. I shifted into visibility. I looked at my camera.YES! The picture was there. This was the best thing ever!I pocketed. "At home she kind keeps to herself. I don't know what to do with a teenaged girl, ya know. Not like a dad, anyway. And Marie ain't much better off." Seems like that's the same song that the parents of every teen on the planet are singing," I said. "She comes over here to study, or sometimes we play chess or watch a movie. She seems content with that." Yeah, Li'l Stevie doesn't make things easy for her to do that at home sometimes." Little brothers are like that," I said."Nuther one a'them ol'. I added a few things to the bag. Wet wipes. Witch hazel. Rope. Tubigrip to go between the rope and any sensitive skin. A thick webbing ratchet tie down from a car. Bottled water was in the fridge until the last minute.Then the drive to the hotel. She was there, waiting. Husband was in the pub, watching through a window. I kissed her cheek, took her hand, and we walked to the hotel. Check in took two minutes. In the room I made my rules clear. She stripped, fussing over her clothes as she. It was getting intense and clothes were being ripped off and handfuls of hair were being pulled! My wife, a little overweight, and not very strong seemed to be loosing the battle. Vonna had ripped off my wife’s blouse and bra by now, and as they wrestled, her big tits were flapping all over the place. It didn’t take long before Vonna had my wife down to just her panties, and they were torn almost all the way off, just holding by a thin piece of elastic. My wife got in a few good ones and.