“Can you make it back to the hotel?”
“Can I hold your arm?”
“Of course.”
They headed out of the restaurant with Robin clinging to Grant. Her steps were wobbly, as if she had had too much to drink, but they managed to get all the way back to the hotel. Checking in was an ordeal. Robin just wanted to get to the room so she could take off the clamps. Her t**s were throbbing in time with her heartbeat, tears were forming in the corners of her eyes, and sweat was starting to bead on her brow. It was beyond her why any woman would want to wear n****e clamps for any reason.
And then she remembered she had willingly done it to herself.
No one commented on their lack of luggage. Grant led the way down the long carpeted hallways until they arrived at room 242. Once inside Robin started to reach
