The bags would be there when we got back, provided the mob didn't firebomb it out of spite.The hotel catered lunch for all of us. Mille and Sandra arr...ved well before Mr. Bell and the Judge. They seemed as nervous as Rebecca, so to break the tension, I played a game of tag with them.We were sitting in the living room, awaiting our two missing men, and I looked at Sandra and said, "TAG! You're it."She gave me a very puzzled look, and I said, "Sandra, the game is Tag. You're it, which means we. I’ll never grow tired of it, this time your lips stay locked in mine until we are disrobed. First my dress, then yours with a gentle woosh, I’m not wearing a bra, I moan softly when you trace your thumb around my nipple. In a single motion, I unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor, and squeeze that well-formed ass. I snake my arm around your waist and twirl you around. Now you’re on the bed, looking up at me. Each of us wearing only panties, I crawl onto your bed and kiss you. Letting go of the belt, the shadowy figure rolled to his feet in the room, as a light flickered on. ‘What the hell?’ Screamed a black man, with a double barreled 12 gauge shotgun pointed at the shadowy figure, as his black wife laid trembling beside him on their king sized bed. Without wasting a second, the shadowy figured man, who was soaking wet, and now had several small bleeding cuts from the shattered glass window, leaped through their bedroom door, and slammed it shut behind him as he. His handcuffs and ballgag were removed, as were his shoes. The brunette sat next to him. She must have been in her mid forties, buxom and very pretty. “You may call me Lady Clara.” She told him. “Do you like ladies as well as men?” she enquired.“Yes, Lady Clara,” said Fred meekly.“Then shall we get you warmed up?” She said with a wicked grin.She positioned Fred on all fours and pulled the thong leotard to one side. Fingering a little lube into his little hole, she produced a good sized plug and.