He said smiling with a lear in his eye. I muttered something about cleaning the bathroom and scuttled off, he made me nervous, he was so blatant with ...e and yet my pussy was itching like crazy. I tried to focus my attentions on my cleaning duties but realised sooner or later I would have to escape the safety of the bathroom. Having finishing cleaning every surface possible I finally ventured out to find Major Morris still sitting where I had left him. From behind his paper he quietly but firmly. " "We men are so preoccupied with things like this, aren't we? Of course that was rhetorical; you needn't answer." "Peter," he continued, "your wife is kneeling in front of mein a skimpy pair of yellow panties and her heels, stroking myerection. Even through my pants, I can feel how cool her palms andfingers are." There was silence for a minute or two. Then, "Ithink it's time we took it out, Linda. Here, let me help you." My hand wandered to my crotch, pressed hard against my. “Trust me, honey,” he said in warm whispers inches from my ear. “No matter what happens, know that I am here and that you are safe. Are you ready?”I replied with an excited “Yes!”I pulled on my bindings one last time to get in as comfortable a position as possible. My wrists and ankles were secured to the queen-sized bed with comfortable neoprene cuffs. The air in the hotel room was still, but my exposed nipples reacted like there was a cool breeze blowing across them. I flushed red again. ?Time to go, Boss,? he said. ?You don’t want to keep Miss Ilsa waiting and the Marseilles train ain’t gonna wait for either of you.?Freddie reflected on the impact that ?Miss Ilsa? had had on his friend. He was just disappointed that he hadn't had the chance to meet the woman that seemed to have made such a change in Rick's life.?Sure Sam,? Rick said getting to his feet. He turned to Freddie. ?It’s good of you to close things up here.??That’s OK,? Freddie replied raising his glass of pastis. ?I.