At the Brown’s Hotel, no less. That man has amazing taste and a great bank account. “Karly, I want you to have fun on this trip. Take in the sight.... Explore the cities. Meet the people. And when you see someone that turns you on and sets your body on fire, take them home with you.” How could I have ever gotten this lucky? “The Kipling Suite, ma’am?” The clean British accent brings me back to the here and now, and I’m stunned. He booked me in the one room he knew I’d love. Named for Rudyard. "I should cut your tongue out for that," he retorted, grabbing mywrist in his rough hand, "but you are going to need it, so that'llhave to wait". He pulled my hand into his groin, putting it on hisrigid column of flesh. "You'd better start making me feel good,bitch". This was enough. I braced myself to act. "You're going kill meanyway, you disgusting bastard, so what do I have to gain?" Withthose words, I grabbed at his crotch with my long, slender,nail-tipped fingers, securing a tight grip on. It would be so incredible to touch her. To make her purr and gasp. I would give her such wicked thrill.“Maybe you should drive yourself in,” Mom said. “You have that nice car your father bought you. Shame you’re not using it.”“Oh,” I said, my stomach growing tense.She nodded her head. “Yes, yes, you should be driving around in that car, not wasting your summer in my law office.” She gave me a motherly smile while her voice sounded ... strained. “Meet some girls.”“I don’t mind,” I said. “There’s. And her parties are the biggest and best in Amsterdam—they are to just die for.Right now, she is enjoying one of those parties.Emma sits back in the chair on the high balcony with one of her servant sitting atop her lap as the party rages on below them. The girl’s only purpose is to pleasure Emma, to worship her She is already well into another orgasm this evening. The girl, Heather, has her hands on Emma’s lovely breasts, rolling the nipples between her fingers, causing Emma’s body to shake as.