"Mom, you're going too fast," the child complained, her small legs running at the heels of her adoptive mother.

"Sorry sweetie, we have to get into the city as fast as possible so just try and stay with me. We don't have any bags checked so just look for a limo driver with our name."

They entered the big terminal and Julie shouted, "There, over there, he says Palladin."

Pamela glanced towards where her daughter was pointing and saw a tall, lean faced man dressed in a ill fitting tight black suit carrying a white sign with the word "PALLADIN" nicely scrolled on it.

"Hi, I'm Pamela are you here for me?"

"Yes lady, Julio at your service. Your husband asked for you to please take my limo and I will take you to him."

"In Madrid?"

"No, I'm sorry, he is in a different city and nearer the border and it is almost three hundred kilometers from here."

"Maybe you'd better wait while I call him," she said nervously, wondering why he hadn't told her with a call of the change in plans.

"Sorry Senora, no good," he said, his arms waving expansively at the glass walls of the busy terminal, "too many people not enough towers."

She understood immediately, the cell towers around the airport clogged with calls from passengers and those waiting. "Well as soon as we clear the airport then," she explained as they hurried toward the tarmac and the limo waiting zone.

"Sorry, still no good. Ciudad Rodrigo has very limited coverage and he is outside that coverage at Dungeon Magnifico."

"He wants me to come there instead of the hotel in Madrid?" she asked, now thoroughly puzzled why she had to make this long trip out of Madrid just to finalize some legal papers.

"Si, must come he said. He has papers with him and he wants you to sign and then you both go back to Madrid in the afternoon after your girls... well, have their fun if you know what I mean."

The man grinned as he loaded the carry-on bags and opened the back door of the stretch. His eyes stayed on Pamela's tanned legs as she slid into the back seat and then his gaze shifted to the almost thirteen year old, the tight shorts pulled into the crack of her ass accentuating the cleavage of her fine ass cheeks. "Please to help to yourself. I have made a vodka gimlet just like Senor Palladin said you like it and there is a Shirley Temple for Senorita Julia. I am an excellent bartender."

Pamela looked at the man as he slid behind the wheel and turned in the seat grinning broadly. "Thank you Julio, the drinks are very thoughtful, how long will it take to get to the dungeon?"

"Oh traffic very heavy this time of day Senora, probably close to five or six hours, we won't be there until almost one in the morning or later. Better to take a nap, no?" He started the engine and roared out into traffic, his long stiff cock pushing against the too tight fabric of his pants. Soon he would free his cock and then he would have some fun with his two guests. No fucking, Herr Beckmann and Leon were clear on that but he could look and touch all he wanted and if he desired to rub his cock on their faces and mouths and cover them in cum, consider that his tip for the long drive.

Bueno, a good tip, none like he'd ever received if you didn't count the Swedish college girl who had blown him in the back seat on the way to Barcelona. His cock lurched as he thought of the eighteen-year old blonde's urgent sucking after he'd blown his first load down her tight throat, trying to milk his long cock into another erection so she could taste his hot cum one more time before they drove into the city to reunite with her parents.

"Si, a drink and a nap seems fine," Pamela said sipping her gimlet as Julia drank her drink and the city of Madrid slid by, the traffic snarling to a snail's pace. Well nothing to do but relax and enjoy the ride, she thought and then the world around her began to whirl and her last thoughts were, Gee, I'm more tired than I thought. ......(cont)