The two men lounged causally in the car.Surely nobody was fooled? Everybody must know; their whole appearance and posture just screamed State Security...Service. Just a sly glance at them was enough. Two strangers sitting still in a car? Who else could they possibly be?Everyone just walked on by. Not their problem. Don’t get involved. Don’t make it your problem.I shuddered, knowing I couldn’t turn back now: I had to cross the street right in front of them. Was it my block of flats they were. My heels are sticking into my bum with the black stockings covering my smooth legs. The rest of my body naked and aching ready to be used and my smooth pussy needing to be touched. I always feel safe and loved as I wear my Master's collar but I still always get nervous. My master is a planner. He has hundreds of ideas, a list in his mind of things to do to me. Even after this year with him, I don’t think we have touched a quarter of the list. Back to the present as my Master is stilling in his. Out of curiosity I listened as Dan flushed the toilet and left the washroom, the light was on and I could see his silhouette clearly outlined. His slim shadow was thrown off by the point in his pajama bottoms. Tossing and turning I thought about my young son have midnight hard-ons and getting turned on by the thought. After hours had passed I couldn’t take it anymore, abruptly I decided to have a peek in his room. Just to see. I crept in the quiet night and entered his room, his little body. The concierge gave them a shrewd look and changed their room assignments to adjoining rooms.Upstairs, each of them went into their respective rooms. Peter set his bag on the rack and went to the door that separated the two rooms. He opened his side of the double door. As he did so, Susan opened her side. They grinned at each other, then Susan pulled her top over her head. She reached for Peter and pulled his shirt up and, as he moved to pull it off, wrapped her naked torso against his. As soon.