You have to be searched.”Before she could guess what he would do next, he had snatched her up in his arms, carried her into the nearest bedroom, and...lowered her onto the bed. “Now, where would you hide it?” he asked, as he parted her thighs.“It just shrank,” Emma groaned, already moistening from his attentions, more so by his next action.Mark momentarily looked into her face, and then shook her to the core as he dived his head between her thighs, mumbling, “I’m going to search for it.” Emma. We decide to get up to go find somewhere to eat. We leave the hotel and decide to walk instead of drive. We walk hand in hand, as we’re in no hurry. As long as we’re together nothing else matters.We’re about two blocks down a crowded street. When someone gives us a flyer to a bar and grill with live amateur Rock bands.“I guess you want to go there,” she says smirking.We arrive and go into what looks like an old warehouse. The place is huge with a stage at the far corner, a bar at the other end. Nice, fried-egg tits and a small tattoo (some Oriental-looking symbol.) I whipped her bandana off to loosen her braided locks, let them fall to her thin shoulders.Getting out of my clothes, I spread them on the carpet behind the long table, opposite side from the only door. I'd turned on only one overhead light; nice and romantic down there where I had Ernestine lay down. She lifted her arms and spread her long legs in a universal invitation, which I was damned sure accepting. Climbing above. Bare feet, long tanned legs and a firm, round ass barely covered by little denim shorts. Her flat stomach was peeking out from the bottom of her white t-shirt, pulled tight by her large breasts. I jumped out of the car and she ran to me and hopped into my arms. I gave her a kiss, happy to see her, but I got serious quick, telling her she was in trouble. She frowned but took my hand while we walked inside. I step inside the house and see two girls sitting on the couch. One blonde, one brunette..