I cursed under my breath, called myself seven kinds of bloody idiot, and tried to force myself to calm down. I had to make my freedom much more exciti...g than my torment or she'd bloody leave me here all day, just to make me suffer.The clock on the wall ticked softly for what seemed like an eternity before Rosemary returned, holding a blindfold and something she kept behind her back. Her face a picture of mischievous erotic delight, she looked at me bound, flustered and defeated."What will it. ”“I pulled your skirt up and asked what you thought a man would want to do you.”“I remember now,” she said.“Well?”“I would think a man would want to pull out that plug and put his cock in its place,” she said.“That’s doesn’t take much imagination,” I told her.“I don’t just want to imagine it,” she said.I turned to the man. “Ok. Well what do you want to do to her?”He looked at me, evaluating the offer. My cock was almost painfully hard. I sipped my gin and tonic and he sipped his and pursed his. Much to my relief, her phone answers after 2 rings."Hi Jamie!" Hannah says in her usual excited voice."Hi Han," I reply. "We missed you at dance today..." Yeah, sorry," Hannah said with an audible grimace. "My mum wasn'tfeeling well, I had to drive her to the doctor." I roll my eyes atHannah's obvious lie, but I make a mental note not to get angry with thegirl."Hannah..." I say softly. "If- if there's something wrong, you know youcan tell me." Oh god," Hannah suddenly exclaims. "Jamie- can we. I would joke with the concierge and the bell boys, flirt with the housekeeping girls, check on the kitchens and randomly check a couple of rooms. I would make a point of learning everyone’s name so I could address them when doing my rounds. The greeting I received was always very humble. They would simply stand, smile, bow their heads slightly and place their right hand across their chest as if to touch their heart. It amused me that even the ex-pats in time would adopt the same greeting. .