One was greyed out, with the word ‘ATTENDING’. The other was red, with the words ‘NOT ATTENDING’. I clicked the red ‘NOT ATTENDING’ box, p...ompting a drop-down note. It read- DETAILS: Workers visa set to expire 12/7. Extension denied.Cancelled on 10/27. Returning to Dublin, Ireland on 12/5. “So, Jodie’s Irish,” I mused quietly to myself as if I were uncovering a critical clue. I glanced over my shoulder again toward the door. Still nothing. Out of sheer curiosity, I then decided to click the. "Come here," he said gently.She came over, and sat on his lap. He pulled her to him, kissing her. She kissed him back. God, she was ready.She stood up, taking both of his hands and pulling him to his feet. She pulled him towards his room. In the kitchen he suddenly picked her up, and she shrieked and laughed."Wait, wait!" she insisted. "My bag. I have to get ready!" she giggled. She took her bag into the hall bathroom, and he went into his own, brushing his teeth hurriedly. He went around his. I lay there in a set of disbelief and trepidation or what seemed like an hour not making any noise especially when I heard the voices of the two gardeners outside the window. Finally he came back. My arms were so sore ,my wrists in pain from the handcuffs, my neck and back stinging and cum was slowly leaking from my used and sore butt, dribbling down my inner thigh. He then took off the handcuffs, and the gag but left the blindfold on me. He held me in his arms firmly and whispered. “Now I'm. A man in his early 50s and a woman in her early 30s prepped dinner."Father," said Valerie. "This is Mr. Dixon." Hi," he said.He was about to extend his hand but he had food on it so he displayed it to show he couldn't shake hands. I waved his hands off in acknowledgement."I'm Ken and this is my wife Susan." Hi," I said, trying not to stare too much at shapely Susan. It was made difficult by the fact Susan was as naked as Valerie."Valerie," Ken said. "Show Mr. Dixon to the den. Dinner will be.