So later that night my cousin wanted to go out and try to score so I agreed to go with him. It was ok but all I wanted was to go back to the room and ...e with my grandmother. We went to this bar. It was ok. But long story short we talked to a few girls but we struck out. (Not that I was really trying that hard) and I went back to the hotel room. My parents and my brother and my grandmother were all watching some movie in one room. After a little bit my grandmother said she was tired and going to. A sheet of felt paper and a half-dozen three tab shingles were all they needed."What next?" asked Mr. Piotrowski."I need to email these photos and check to see if any more people paid for their auction items. Shouldn't take me more than fifteen minutes." Sounds like a plan. I'm going to grab a cup of coffee, and we'll wait for you."The first thing that Scott had to do was to send all the photos he had taken to their mystery correspondent. There were too many images for one message, so he broke. Her hard nipples were pointing through the fishnet material and she could see that her belly button was clearly visible through the almost transparent dress as well. She took a step backward and saw that her pussy mound was visible as well.A loud band of a door could be heard throughout the suite causing Heather to gasp then held her hand to her heart. Someone in the next room had slammed the door shut and she felt relieved for the moment.She still had twenty minutes as she rushed over and sat. She had loved it and so had I. That was my intent that time: to bring sexual pleasure to us both. My intent was not related to sex or to pleasure this time. My intent was to find out what the hell was going on in Cathy’s mind.“Please, Davy. Oh, God this hurts. Stop, Davy. Please, stop,” she sobbed. Cathy’s screaming had stopped now as had her struggles. She knew we had her. She was pleading for us to let her go. I pulled her to her feet, led her under the hoist and attached the chain to her.