Genie was mygirl; I had brought her down here for this weekend. Ifelt responsible for her; I had to know that she was allright.Charlene must have felt...me stiffen, and noticed my suddenshift of attention. She was a very perceptive woman.“Let’s go below, Michael. There’s a spare cabin.” Shesuggested seductively.That seemed like a good idea. Genie was down theresomewhere, and my cock was like a steel rod. I hadhormones pumping through my brain at very poisonouslevels,. He took a glance at the tracking device attached to his vest. This was definitely the place. Finding the homing device had taken longer than anticipated, but he had gotten his truck hopelessly stuck in a ditch during his search. Rather than risk Max's wrath by calling in for backup, he had continued the pursuit on foot.The driving snow, combined with his winter camouflage, easily concealed his movements. As he got closer to the warehouse, the sound of the roaring wind became interspersed with. I go off of what was said to me on my first real encounter. I ask if he would mind getting down to his underware. He quickly agrees and he sheds his jeans quickly. He's in boxers. Loose but I can make out the outline of a well defined, very large cock. He is already getting hard. I take my shorts off and reveal the light blue pair of lacy panties I told him I would ware. My cock is semi hard and wanting to be set free from its tight comfine. We both sit back down taking a sip of our drinks. Our. The visitors to the club knew what to expect when James was putting on a show. Belinda on the other hand could only guess what was in store for her. The security guards doffed their caps and barked “Evening Sir, evening Madam,” as they held the doors open and the tall man bundled Belinda inside. The club was now busy and noisy, filled with guests who were drinking and chatting, excited, anticipating the forthcoming show. Belinda blinked as the man pulled the blindfold from her and her eyes.