I asked her to take off her jeans, too.Now I could feel her smooth, tight panties, but not much detail, no differentiation of lips, cunt, etc., and s...nce they were cotton, not much feeling of juice either.Damn!I said "take off your panties." "No, it's special like this", she said.Anything she feels as "special" when I feel her pussy is just fine with me.Now she had my shorts off too, and my cock was as hard and as full as it's ever been. She was waving it back and forth and sliding her hand up. Does anyone know what local rates are for luxury suites? My guess is four or five hundred a night. I believe we could double that if we add in some amenities that enhance the lifestyle choices, but not to the extent of the dungeons. Provide them some opportunities for a little playtime before the main event.Chloe, I know that I am throwing quite a lot at you and don’t expect answers today. Can we get together next week and see if we can map out a plan for my parents and develop a timeline for. Hannah suddenly heard her name and thought she was after all going to be spanked. Then her name was repeated and she realized Christine was giving her an order, “Hannah, get my handbag and bring me the hairbrush. Now Hannah.” Hannah knew all eyes were now on her but almost like a robot she dashed over to the table opened the handbag and took out the wicked looking wooden backed paddle hairbrush. Just like the many such implements that had been used to spank her own bare bottom. Hannah went over. As long as no one strayed over the invisible border into Polecat territory, then every body stayed happy.Ben and his men had stopped off at their old haunt, the Kickstand at the end of a long hot ride. Quohog was a biker's barkeep. He knew when to talk, what to talk about and when to shut up. Too many people tried to fill the silence with stupid chatter, Quohog didn't. He also had the best home made beer in the desert. His place was made for bikers as well. It was run down, the tables were.