If she thought he was ready to go instead of talking now, shewould let the hotel's will flow freely and could save herself for anotherperson. He would...think of something during sex to help her out of here. Thetwo went up by elevator.CHAPTER 3: LOCKDOWNQuentin was rushing as fast as he could to Charles' room. There was a rat.Someone had been turned. It definitely wasn't him. So it had to be Luke orworse, Charles. It didn't matter who, so long as Quentin could get toCharles' equipment. He could. ?Let’s use the cane this time.?I was grateful he did not use the whip on my breasts. I shouldn’t have.?It will be more painful this way.?It was.The cane cut like a knife. It swished through the air, to crack against my soft orbs. While the noise of the whip, the supersonic crack would hit my ears milliseconds before the whip cut my flesh, with the cane, the only sound was the cane cutting into my flesh, and being more rigid than the soft pliable whip, it cut deeper. My head banged on the table,. "I said, "Here, you stay in me, pick me up and sit on the edge of the sink. I'll sit on you while our new friend fucks my asshole."He did as I said and I was impaled onto his cock as the black guy moved in behind me. It was hard for them both because they could not get their legs worked out, but once they did, I felt the other mans cock work itself into my asshole.He must have also been a huge, hung man. I felt like my bottom was being slit by two logs and with every stroke I was in pure. It all happened in an inexplicable way a few months ago.My daughter wanted to celebrate my 50th birthday. So despite my saying no, she took me to a silk saree shop and purchased me a very expensive saree. She also took me to a tailoring shop to stitch the blouse. I gave one of my measurement blouses to him and told him to make it exactly as per its measurement. But the tailor felt that as per the latest trend, it needs to be bit tight. I nodded.A fortnight later the blouses were ready and my.