Not only did she go along with it, she seems to be enjoying it. I looked over and found my wife still sleeping. I snuck down into the basement to chec... on my newest toy. I found her still strapped down to the table where I left her, and awake. She began to plea to be let go. Poor Sara, I couldn’t let her go. I did not want to let her go. I was ready to continue our adventure. She would find herself being used, abused, tortured, and eventually we will end her misery. But for now, we’re are going. I was super soaked! But Maria all of a sudden slid closer. My mind went a thousand places but she was apparently “freezing cold” too. My hand still wandered a little down there but Maria suddenly got oh so close and I didn’t want to get caught, so I kept my hand still. I didn’t know, however, that I already had been caught. Her arm brushed mine a little, causing goose bumps to rise. She softly whispered in my ear and asked “What are you doing under here? Masturbating?”Of course, first instinct. I must admit that I felt nervous and unsexy when my boyfriend had to pay for our room at the desk downstairs, but the atmosphere of the hotel made me feel horny again before we'd even reached our room on the second floor. It was quite dark on the stairs and corridors, and it felt erotic. I could hear a girl giggling in the bedroom at the end of the corridor, and in the room next to ours it sounded as if there was some serious sex just reaching it's climax - and those sounds of her in ecstasy,. “Taking a piss.” Dennis told her honestly, stepping over the wall. “Awe, you should have told me. I have to go too. We could have gone together.” Chelsea said pretending to pout. “Dagnabit. Next time.” Dennis said smiling. He was half joking, but he was also very interested in what fraction she was joking. “Well I was going to go inside and pee, but I can’t do that after you just peed outside.” Chelsea said looking around. There were no houses behind her yard and the thick trees were a decent.