Sunlight streamed into the dank hotel room. The sleeping visitor was nestled cozily where her Master had packed her; her long silky legs nuzzled against her naked breasts and her hands were tucked neatly under her chin as she slept.

The meeting would be short, he had promised her. He would be returning to unpack his bag any moment. The far off sound of a vacuum running roused the sleeping woman gently. A quick glance around the room told her he had not returned. How she longed to stretch her legs, and wrap them around him….

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