Her original captor returned again and opened the door to the room. She followed him down the corridor again to her next sexual destination. Mara’s ...emeanor had changed by this time. No longer was she afraid or scared. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying what was happening to her. They arrived to another room, which had a long skinny about twenty-inch wide table in the center of it. There were straps hanging from it, and from the ceiling there was two long harness ropes. Mara was told to lie on. Let me make a new pot." She headed for the kitchen. "Just speak up, Sam -- I can hear you back here."Sam was pleased that she was making "a new pot." People, he mused, came in two categories: those insensitives who drank instant coffee, and the superior breed who had the good judgment always to make "a new pot" of fresh-brew. He remembered watching, in near-amazement, the popular television commercials a few years back featuring the forty-something lovers who had met over a jar of instant.Sam. Outside the hotel a limousine was parked with a very handsome chauffeur leaning against one of the doors. “Oh look,” said Eve, “Someone is lucky tonight.” Allan smiled, “Yes, you.” The chauffeur opened the back door and Allan helped Eve to enter the limo. Low sexy lighting lit the interior of the Limo. Allan opened the drinks cabinet and asked Eve what her pleasure was. “Morgans spice with coke,” was her choice. Allan poured a treble Morgans with a little coke. They kissed and Allan slid his. They were moaning, gasping, kneading each other as they were rotating their hips in a circular pattern. At first they seemed like they were in pain but as I watched I realized they were enjoying it. I made sure not to make any noise as I watched; the more I saw, the more my penis spasmed. After a little while, their breathing and moaning increased as they sped up their bump and grind. Joy almost let out a scream as Lisa moaned, collapsing on Joy. They lay there, out of breath. And so was I. I.