‘What the fuck?’ One of the hotel bathrobes was lying at the foot of the bed, though I did not recall either of us using it. ‘This round is on ...e. I do all the work,’ I explained as I used the flannel belt to lash Rachel’s wrists to the headboard. She shook her legs, feet thrashing about. ‘I ought to tie you down four ways, but this hotel bed isn’t built for it. But if you kick me, I’ll have to punish you.’ ‘Promise?’ Rachel laughed, raising a knee and darting a toe towards my butt. I dodged. "I could tell that Mr. Hanford was struggling with his emotions. It had been as much of a shock to them as to anyone else, even more, perhaps. But why? Renee had only hurt her wrist; her injuries were not all that serious. Then I realized – Laurel! They were as much concerned about her as they were about their own children.And Laurel had been under the misconception that nobody really cared about her, except for Kay and me, and Belinda. But here was an entirely different family who all had. The journey completed, she paused then matter of factly spread her legs as far as comfort permitted leaving him less than two feet from her center. Her hair was thick, dark and curly; her lips were slightly parted; and though somewhat obscured by her luxuriant hair, her inner sexual flesh protruded slightly. As he sat transfixed before her, he was acutely aware of a dry mouth.Casually she traced each lip of her pussy with the edge of her middle finger smoothing the matted hair and giving him a. Next he told her to reach back with both hands and open up her asshole for him. So there she was, face down on the bed, dressed as a latex whore, with her ass high in the air holding her cheeks apart so this stranger could take a photo of her stretched anus. She then felt something cold on her asshole and realised it was lube ! She tingled from head to foot and once again a little squirt of pussy juice shot out from her cunt. He started to probe her ass with some sort of butt plug. Slowly he.