The playroom was decked out with red walls, various tawses, straps, crops and canes were on hooks, rope, straps, handcuffs and hoods on another wall, ...n fact a veritable palace for a playroom, a wooden floor and two items of furniture, a black sofa and a black leather spanking bench with straps attached. Strobe lighting finished the effect and samantha got slightly nervous thinking of the items on show.part 8 - samantha gets to use the roomMrs D was on the sofa, still dressed the same but now. ”“I don’t snore!” he snapped.“Next time I’ll record you,” she giggled.“There won’t be a next time,” he replied and stalked off.“He just dump you, Megs?” I asked.“Dunno, we’ll see later. I’m thinking of calling it off anyway,” she said quietly. “I want kids, but I’m not planning on marrying one.”“We’ll be there for you, come what may,” I replied.“I know bro,” she replied with a smile as Brian came into the kitchen looking for Karen.“She’s cleaning her face,” I chuckled.“Damn, I knew I should. ” I love to hear about her adventures and I did find it sexy, but I was beginning to fear that I was going to be stuck with hotel porn for the whole week-end. When Jack got back he told me we had the” best pair of tits on the floor.” That evening Jack took us out for a nice dinner at a restaurant just off the beach and then out to a dance club. My wife looked awesome in a little red dress, but I had to wonder why she had spent so much time picking underwear for the trip, since she went. But as we were easing up, so Jessie's bike bounced on a rut and she wobbled out of control, her legs off the pedals and wide apart. She went off the path at pace and vanished out of sight down a steep hill.We started running again to make sure she was OK, and as we reached the same place that she disappeared we saw her sliding down through the leaves, her bike in a bush with the front wheel still spinning."Now we've got her!" said Millie, panting from the exercise.We ran down into the valley.