“Are you trying to fucking kill me?” Rachel joked. “You’d better not snore when you’re drunk, mister.”Carter laughed. The drinks arrived s...conds later, and they resumed their occasional conversation. Finally they’d had enough. Rachel paid the tab with the company credit card, and the two stumbled out of the noisy lobby bar. They made their way the room, and after a few failed attempts with Carter’s key, Rachel got the door open. Carter collapsed onto his chosen bed. Rachel made for the. " I walk over the table. I start writing it out in mylanguage. When I am done, I burned my symbol on the bottom and it'sofficial...I am now stuck here. Till I find a way out or they let me...Then I hand it to her. "There you go...Becky...just what he wants."She reads it to Mr. Twain. "Well here is her promise. It is basicallysaying, you let her out at least once a day for an hour or two, yourchoice. Then, when you request her to come inside she immediately comesinside. She will listen to. The ones she’s wearing got a little wet. See you soon.”I knew I was blushing when I caught up with Mallory.“What was that about?”“Your panties. She says they’re wet.”“That’s been happening today.”“Where to now? A quick drink? A little lunch?”“We better get something to eat, build up your strength.”"Do I seem like a weakling to you?” I chuckled as we entered the open-air café at the far end of the pool. I sat with my back to the pool; I just wanted to look at Mallory.She slipped into the seat. Large, luscious lips, double D breasts. Wide, thick hips, and hair that came down to her ass. She was wearing a black crop top, a mini skirt with knee-high boots, and a ¾ length red fox fur coat. She looked like she was made for one thing and one thing only; being the greatest whore in the world. I didn’t want to stare, but I was so awestruck by her beauty that I couldn’t help myself. I felt my member hardening and wanting to burst out of my jeans. She spotted me and walked over to me, I.