As I soaped my body my thoughts wandered to the beautiful woman in the foyer... I was quite taken by her and I wondered if there was a little mischiev...usness lurking behind that smile... if she was staying in the same hotel... if I would see her again.I threw on one of the hotel robes and started to make myself seem a little at home. There wasn't much of a view but at least the window opened for some fresh air. Then there was a quiet knock at my door which took me a little by surprise - the. “Wolf?” he said laughing “you call him Wolf?” Again the woman ignored him. She picked up a couple of items and paid for them. “So what is your name honey?” asked Randy “where are you from?” The woman turned and glared at Randy. “You ask a lot of questions” she said “and I don’t feel like answering them” then she called her dog and they walked back along the road and disappeared into the forest.Randy stood there non-plussed. He wasn’t used to being ignored and spoken to in that way. “The bitch”. Of course, the tortures would be horrible to go through, but why waste the opportunity to instill fear and dread into the prisoner first? The nervousness and stress in his body would give their physical ministrations even greater impact. He would struggle more, scream more and the building surges of power rushing through the girls bodies would become almost overwhelming.As they spoke they would stroke their naked prey softly and erotically. Giggling, the girls were always amused by the ability. The other leg, you push out, spreading me wide, exposing all of my pussy. You begin to stroke up and down the leg that is over yours. Your other hand is across my chest, pinching my nipples while supporting me so I don’t slide off the bed. I unconsciously hold my breath. Your fingers play across my leg, lightly. I want you to touch my pussy so bad. I make that “girl sound”, somewhere between a gasp, a giggle, a moan. You tighten your arm around me, which just makes me wetter. You laugh,I.