”I could feel my cheeks redden.Jean smiled again and nodded her head,“Yes that's just about it isn't it, you are fucking my little girl, you old p...rvert and the only reason I didn't come storming down here and gave you at least some warning is because I didn't want to create a scene and wake Kath up.”I thought about denying it all, but realised that was too lame, Jean wasn't stupid, of that I was sure.“We were just having a bit of fun, nothing serious,” I glibly said.Again she gave a little. Oh and you’re tied and bound hands to ankles behind your back. You feel the fizz of excitement at the thought. Down on your knees you can’t get up. Submission… Giggling with anticipation. You’re up for it. You know what’s coming... I’m sooo… predictable. Come on you’re itching to get started. Your pussy’s aching and you can feel the wetness oozing onto your inner thighs. Damn it you can’t touch yourself and pressing your legs together barely sooths the burn you’re feeling. You know you’re being. He didn't elaborate any further and simply looked at her, waiting for an acknowledgement. She bit her lip and in a very small voice said, "Yes, sir." She went into the bedroom and slipped on a T-shirt and went through her closet looking for a skirt to put on. He had specified a short one, so she knew that meant above the knee. She finally picked the longest one she could find that qualified. It was white and pleated. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror, satisfied she was as. He registered and used a different credit card and name. He asked for, and got room 921. He was more interested in the people with reservations in room 821 in the other Hilton in town, the next day. As he approached the door to 921 he pulled on some latex gloves. Inside the room he was careful not to leave any fingerprints. He knew, from watching CSI on television, that he would leave epithelial skin cells, in the room. He also knew his DNA was on them. He believed it didn’t matter. He rested.