" Would Liz let me hit her hot ass?" "I doubt it," I answered. "But if we get them both a little drunk and blindfold each of them we can switch rooms..." We ironed out the details and quit drinking so we would be close to sober. We kept slipping drinks to the wives and danced slow dances with them. I kept telling Liz how hot she was and how I could not wait to get her back to the room. Massaging her sides and sliding my cock over her mound. When all the festivities were over we made excuses. Martha showed me what she called the "expected tourist attractions" -- the Statue of Liberty, Wall Street, City Hall. As dusk was underway we walked uptown toward Greenwich Village, where she took me to a hairdresser for a very expensive haircut. Gradually, Martha cheered up. Gradually, I became more sullen. The city was dark. We strolled through New York University and Washington Square Park as the night-time culture took over. Yet so many stores and shops remained open, with no sign of. Grey and told him he had to have a cell phone and Heather would get it tomorrow and he would pick it up Saturday. He asked her if she would go by and give Heather all the information so it would be in his name but charged to the company. She said she would right after school, then he talked to Jimmy for a short while switched back to Julie and said he had to go that they were going to dinner and he was starving. Goodbyes were exchanged along with "love you's" and they hung up. Julie got her. Alan squeals with fearful concern as the women then place him very carefully face down on the floor. His hot, flushed, tear stained cheeks press against the soft white carpet and the two bearers begin to remove the body bag. Soon, his sweat soaked and totally naked body is exposed to the relatively cool air of the room and a sense of infinite relief washes over him. Despite feeling numb all over, he is then pulled slowly to his bound feet and made to stand somewhat precariously in front of the.