I sat up and rubbed my wrists. My fingers had pins and needles in them. Margaret was spreading out the take away on a table,“Come and eat," she said... “hope you like curry.”I motioned towards my clothes but Alice and Margaret both shook their heads in unison. Obviously thinking I had less chance escaping in my under shorts. I walk to the table my legs slightly weak through being taped up and sat at the first chair. The curry smelt good and all it needed was something to drink. Suzie must have. "Right? You have a right to know what I'm thinking?" I said. "I could ask you if I had a right to know that you were fucking my used to be best friend, Leslie. I did didn't I? I mean have a right to know? But, you kept it from me, didn't you? "Tell you what, you show me yours and I'll show you mine?" I said. Jesus I did love clichés. "What are you talking about!" she almost screamed. She was beginning to lose it. "Well, why don't we wait until your erstwhile lover comes downstairs and joins. I never stopped working my fingers over and around my clit. “Daddy. It’s starting to hurt. Please let me cum!” I begged. Daddy placed his right hand around my chin and caressed my quivering bottom lip with his thumb. “Spank your clit, baby,” he said, grinning. “Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered. I began to tap my clit, both with my palm and my fingers. He slid his cock back into my mouth and took my hair with both hands this time, and started to thrust. “Keep tapping your clit for me. If you feel the. Today, it seems almost funny, but I can remember that I was relaxing after the lunch rush finished when one of the concierges, Kevin Randall charged in complaining about having to somehow get a fully catered meal set up in two hours. I asked him what it was about, and we almost immediately started talking about the mistake. It appears that the official order had been placed in the hotel system indicating that the event was going to be the next day and there were no cooks available who could to.