I could see a keg under the shade, plus a table full of red plastic party cups.I looked at my watch. It was quarter to 8 in the morning. Who would be ...rinking beer this time of day?Turns out there was a marathon being run through the area, which would explain the arrows drawn in the road with flour. Runners would use them to navigate the course. (Can you believe some dipshit actually reported them to the cops for spreading anthrax?) The partiers were part of the marathon support crew, although. I reentered Marie’s suite and found her still sprawled across the bed. I went straight to the balcony and got comfortable on the lounge. Only minutes later I heard her moving off the bed and she was standing in the door. She said, “When you weren’t in bed next to me, I thought maybe you left to rejoin Tim. I am glad you didn’t. Is that too selfish? I wanted a little more time.”“Not selfish at all, dear. Come, join me here.” I wiggled over to the side of the lounge to make room for her. “I got. Her tanned legs fascinated me. I longed to caress her left thigh and enjoy the feel of those long sleek muscles. I longed to raise the hem of the skirt up to her waist that I might enjoy the sight of her curly red pubic hair and her womanhood. My conscience stopped me from doing either of those things. I believed the girl had been through quite enough stress already. Also I believed these actions could be better tolerated by her once she was broken to her slavery.When we first got into the car. For just a moment, my mind reverted to last night when my arms were tied above my head by Lisha.“Fuck!” I screamed and began to writhe in pain as the graze in my arm began to bleed again.His face twisted with a horrible smile, and with a low groveling voice, “not a bad idea…”As he kept my hands pinned down, he began to unbutton his pants with his free hand.Horror and disgust filled my mind, and I couldn’t believe that this was happening. My eyes widened in fear before managing to cry out, “Get.