”Damn.“So, if you want to get in, get in. No one will know and it’s all good,” said the skinnier of the two girls.I quickly changed the subjec... and asked if they wanted another beer.“Sure,” the skinner girl replied. “but if I get drunk, please don’t leave me down here to drown.”“I won’t,” I replied, as I fished out three more beers from the cooler, handing two to the girls in the hot tub.“Do you come up here often,” I asked.“No,” one of the girls answered. She had long brown hair and seemed. ” “Let me get you someplace where you can sit down for a few minutes.” I let him lead me to who knows were. He set me down on a bed and I just fell backwards. He went over and closed the door. I wanted to say something but couldn’t. He turned around and smiled at me. Not a nice smile but a one with a dark meaning behind it. I tried to lift a hand but it felt like it weighed a ton. I tried to turn my head to see if anyone else was in the room but it wouldn’t move either. He came. "Claire, you think the only copy I have is on my phone? Don't be stupid."She ran a frustrated hand through her hair."Mike, listen, I need you to delete those pictures. What do you want me to do?" That's a very good question, Claire. How about you start by not being such a brat all the time?" Fine, I'll work on my attitude, I know I can be kind of a bitch sometimes." She pouted."Yeah, you can be a bitch sometimes and you're also kind of a slut judging by these pictures!" I said."You're right, if. Her head turned and eyes peered through the dangle of ringlets as he stripped off his undone shirt. Her brows lifted and she thought, damn he looked fucking amazing for near sixty, well maintained. His eyes made a quick scan of her room then stopped directly on her. He inquired, ‘Where’s your stash?’ Oh, he knew fetishists well, they always kept a stash of their kinks hidden somewhere in their rooms. She lifted her hands and awkwardly scratched her head. His eyes narrowed then he ordered,.