"Yes," she smiled. "We are not murderers," she laughed. She walked her way to the door. The two men followed. "You sleep, then you decide." Clyde and ...is partner came back into the room. "Come on," they said. "Where to?" they asked as we got back in the van. "We have a choice?" I asked. "Police or hotel," Clyde asked. "Police," Winston answered. "Good choice," the driver said. I turned to Winston. "Our friends have gone missing. If we go back to the hotel, it will look like we had a hand in. I had no idea what it meant or why I was disappointed. I turned in stunned silence and began to walk to my bedroom. Gwen opened the guest room door and pranced through the hallway playfully. I turned and saw her, smiling wide, hair slightly out of place, brown eyes gleaming, and saw that she now wore her tight soft-pink panties that matched the bra, and a tight pink tank-top. She reached me as I rounded the corner to my room and gently urged me forward with her open hand on my mid-back. I. "Her eyes got big with excitement and she asked, "How would we do it, Daddy?" Daddy will set up situations where you will spread your hot nasty butthole and maybe even fuck it with that silver vibrator and "get caught accidentally" by old men who stumble upon you," I said."Like where Daddy? What would I do when they caught me?" She asked me."I'm not sure yet, I have some ideas but I'll have to give it more thought and go to these places and scope them out. What you say when they catch you is up. So naturally, I scooped her up into my arms and carried her into her bedroom, setting her down on the soft bed and closing/locking the door. I wasn't finished with her by a long-shot. She sat up on the bed and looked at me, momentarily confused and still slightly dazed from the orgasm she'd just had. I took off my shirt and the look changed to one of knowing and then to pure lust as she yanked her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. As she stood up to remove her pants, I kicked mine off.