Olivia started to panic, jumping with every knock as housekeeping worked relentlessly towards their room. She did the only thing she could and tugged at her bound hands and ankles trying to work them free but the leather held tight.
Surely Jenny had left the do not disturb sign on the door, she thought, hoping that their pillow talk of being tied, used, and left for the maid was just a big tease.
Olivia lay still. Bound and blindfolded on the large hotel bed. Dressed only in her black heels and stockings. Jenny’s pink lace panties balled up and taped in her mouth.
Her legs were crudely spread wider than she would have liked. Jenny had teasingly tightened the ankle restraints before heading out to her meeting, exposing her slick pussy to the cool air in the room.
Olivia was all too aware as she laid there of the ache in her jaw from the immovable panty gag, the allure of their combined juices long gone.
Her heart skipped at the rap on a door. It was close. Hoping it was the room across the way she held her breath, just half hour until Jenny was due back.
With an electronic click the hotel room door unlatched.
The newcomer gasped.
Jenny wouldn’t have gasped.
