Sometimes, the canny sisters would sift the sea-weeds for those with magical healing powers that only their kind recognized from either the smell or t...e sight without the interference of a relentless sun shining down on their search.Cordelia was in the grips of some long-forgotten memory of sadness or despair and she was firmly sat on her padded bench at the back of the bed and breakfast looking out to the fog covered waves lapping with infinite restraint into the waters of their sheltered. "Hmm?" I questioned."Stay there," he demanded and I obediently stayed lying on the bed with my legs spread open like the wings of an eagle. Marc walked away and unzipped his suitcase before pulling out a pair of silver cuffs. He lifted me higher up on the bed and then cuffed one hand, slipped the other cuff behind a bar of the headboard and then cuffed my other hand, making me all his. Marc fondled my breasts and massaged them gently with his left hand and then with his right, he skillfully. When we got to the hotel hosting the show we were attending, there was no reservation. The hotel was full, but the clerk looked for something and told us we were in luck. There was a late cancellation. A king room and he could arrange for a camp-bed to be delivered.Better than nothing and we gratefully accepted. We got to the room, unpacked and were both relaxing on the big bed in front of the TV when housekeeping showed up with the cot.It was tiny and looked uncomfortable and neither of us. "You know this is i****t, right?" I asked."Yeah," she said softly."And you can't tell anyone about it," I added.She grinned and said, "Don't be silly, Daddy." And she laughed, adding, "You're not m*****ing me. I want this, I really do." But why, Erica?" I persisted. "I'm an old, unattractive man. Why would you want this with me?"She said, "You're only thirty-three, Daddy. And I told you, every girl who knows you thinks you're hot. Almost all my friends have told me how sexy they think you.