Justin was insane with lust as he imagined what went on at that hotel. He held her legs back and examined her pussy mound. He lowered his face within ...nches of her slit and stuck out his tongue until it touched her sweet lips. She faintly moaned and squeezed his hands.Justin took when of his hands and parted her pussy apart. It was red and puffy looking. Justin knew the look. She'd been fucked! This excited him even more as he pressed his face into her slit making her moan again. Justin poked. " "Me neither." "Would you like something to drink? Wine, beer, cognac, vodka?" "I've never had cognac. I'll try some of that." I got the cognac and went quietly to Abby's. Like always, she had left the side gate open to get into the back yard. Abby was in a red teddy waiting for me and the cognac. I poured a small snifter and gave it to her. As we drank, I knew we were heading for... sex. After the second cognac, we were in the mood. "Quinn, I need to get laid - now!" "Great, so do I. Let's go. I got a small smile, which thrilled me."Been with many guys?" I asked softly, but with a clit-jarring thrust for punctuation."Counting Daddy?" she asked in return, squeezing me just right."No. Forget him," I said it as a suggestion, but she nodded. It would not be hard, I gathered, for her to move on.I moved my hands from her waist to her rock-hard thighs. I exclaimed, "Jesus! What do you do to work out?" Rode bike, rode horse, roller-bladed, chopped wood, hauling bags of ... stuff for Daddy,". I was completely trapped, tied to a metal bedpost with bailing twine and the only person who could untie me enjoyed my confinement far too much to let me out easily.I cursed under my breath, called myself seven kinds of bloody idiot, and tried to force myself to calm down. I had to make my freedom much more exciting than my torment or she'd bloody leave me here all day, just to make me suffer.The clock on the wall ticked softly for what seemed like an eternity before Rosemary returned, holding.