I guess she felt that her words would carry more weight with Laura, with her clothes on.With perfect timing, there was a firm knock on the door. I jus... said, "come in!" And Laura entered."Sir, I am here to pick up two slaves in need of punishment. I even brought their, shall we say "rides", Sir." With that she held up the collars and leashes.If my girls even thought of backing out, the look on my face stopped them. I was all "Master" now."You know their safe word, and what that means. I can see. “The girls told me how nice you were, jerko.” I’d never done 69 before; it was worth doing. “Shame on them,” I said seeking her tiny clit and getting her gasping and creaming as I nibbled and licked and probed and pawed. “Do it, do it,” she demanded as she spread herself for me. I got turned around, mounted and eased my rigid ram up into her and found a stretchy hymen. “Vickie,’ I said, holding back, “you’ve a virgin.” “Do it,” she gasped, pulling me to her. “Tear me open.” “Are you sure?” I. “Do you have a thing for that guy?”Looking over at Ed, she answered, “No silly. He just looks so interesting, almost like a Hollywood presentation of a biker guy. The leather jacket, blue jeans, and boots give him a real biker look.”Ed teased her by saying, “You like him because he looks slightly dangerous. He’s got a belly that just hangs over his belt buckle. It lets you know he likes to drink beer and not wine. That scraggly beard of his makes you think that he can’t be bothered to. I'm sure Reception could give us some help and guidance. What about this evening?" Well, unless we spot something special elsewhere why don't we eat here?" Fine by me. Are you ready?" Yup!"Reception could not have been more helpful. They suggested that they take the free car service and then stay with their driver who would drive them around for an hour before picking people up for the return journey. All they would have to do is tip him. Thirty or thirty-five dollars was recommended. They also.