Use the rope

You enter the posh hotel suite. It's spacious and has one of those living room areas with a giant television and fully-equipped kitchen. Nobody is there, and you walk over to the double doors you assume leads to the bedroom.

Sliding the doors apart, you nearly walk right into the back of a man about to pop a bottle of champagne in the direction of the bed. Tiptoeing around, you recognize him immediately from the picture. His hair is grayer, but his chiseled face looks nearly the same. He seems buffer than the picture, and his biceps look like they could burst through his dress shirt at any time. You would definitely lose a fight with this guy, if the odds were even.

To your delight, lying on top of the covers of the bed is Philip's mistress. She's just as the concierge described. Tall brunette, very skinny, and very beautiful with high cheek bones. She's still wearing the red strapless mini-dress and the red stiletto heels. But that's not the best part. The mistress is tied to the bed, her limbs strung to each bed post with a different silk tie. There is a fifth tie. It's black and tightly bound over her eyes, creating a makeshift blindfold. It's the perfect scenario for you to have walked in on.

You survey the room as a plan forms in your mind. There were so many possibilities on how you could punish Philip, but of course you want to have some fun as well. Grabbing a chair, you place it at the foot of the bed and sit Philip on it while taking the bottle out of his hand. Using the rope from Carla, you tie Philip's legs to the chair, and bind his arms behind him, double checking to make sure they are secure. If he manages to break loose, even your magic rings might not be able to save you. Next, you remove his expensive leather shoes, take off his socks and stuff them into Philip's mouth. His shoes are actually your size, when you try them on quickly. You make a note to yourself to take them when you leave.

You consider gagging his mistress too, but decide against it. It will be more fun if Philip was able to hear her. Satisfied with your preparations, you start time.

It takes a few seconds for Philip to adjust to his new situation. A moment ago, he was standing and about to open a bottle of champagne. Now he's tied to a chair and gagged. He tries to speak or yell, but the socks muffle the noises coming out of his mouth. He catches you out of the left corner of his eyes, and you can see the fear in them. Taking out the picture Rose had given you, you show it to the adulterer and point to his wife. Philip looks at the picture, then his mistress, then the picture, then finally at you. He's starting to understand what this is.

You smile at him, patting him on the cheek with your left hand, and make a throat slitting motion with your other hand. Philip nods in recognition, knowing that you have all the power in the current situation.

You undress, taking your time and laying out your clothes nicely on another chair. When you're naked, you walk over to Philip, dangling your semi-hard cock close to his face. He strains his neck away from your crouch in a knee-jerk reaction, but there's nowhere for him to go. You think about slapping his face with your cock, but it's not really your thing and you don't want to go there. Instead, you pick up the bottle of champagne and pop it, letting the contents dribble out all over his nice clothes.

"Ohh Philippe!" the mistress swoons when she hears the pop. Her lips are very pouty, and her lipstick color matches her mini-dress.

You take a big gulp straight from the bottle, set it down beside Philip's chair, then jump on the bed. You don't waste any time, climbing on top the mistress and kissing her hard on the lips. She can taste the sweet champagne on your lips, and pushes her tongue into your mouth. Your hands roam her body as you make out with her. She's very flat-chested, probably 32A, and she's not wearing a bra. You massage her nipples through the dress, slowly bringing them to erection.

After a long while, you break the kiss, and straddle her chest, slapping your cock on both her cheeks lightly. She takes the hint, and opens her lips in a circle, welcoming your cock into her mouth. You insert it in, and she takes over, bobbing her head back and forth and sucking your cock greedily. You look over your shoulder at Philip and give him a thumbs up. He's red-faced and closes his eyes, but he can still hear his mistress slurping on your cock.

You let her keep sucking you, mesmerized at those luscious lips. She's definitely a better cocksucker than Rose. You can certainly see why Philip would prefer to fuck this young Italian model over the more mature woman. It doesn't take long before you feeling the blood rushing through your cock, and you pull out of her mouth, stroking your cock as you cum on her face. Her mouth is open, as she gasps for breath while using her tongue to lick the the cum on the sides of her lips. Some of your cum lands on the blindfold.

"Philippe... You cock longer feeling..." she says in her poor English. "Before, never cum on face."

Then, without Philip being able to see what you're doing, you stop time and lie down beside his mistress. You close your eyes and take a break, waiting for your cock to be ready for round two. After what was probably twenty minutes, your cock is starting to get hard again. You lay there, stroking yourself for a while in silence.

You get back into position, straddling the mistress' chest and start time again. You feel around her dress and the zipper is on the back, which is tough to get to with her tied down. So you scoot down a little, and pull at the top of her red dress until it tears. With few rough thugs, you rip the dress wide open down the middle, exposing the mistress' slender frame.

"Philippe!" she shouts, not happy with what you just did to her dress. It must have been expensive. Not to mention, it doesn't look like she brought any other clothes tonight.

She's wearing a tiny red thong, and that tears apart easily. You toss it at Philip and it lands right on top of his head with one of the strings draping his nose. He has opened his eyes, and is pleading with you to stop.

You shrug at him, and move between the mistress' knees, lining up your cock with her pussy.

"So fast? Normal one hour!" she exclaims in surprise when she feels the tip making contact. She's not complaining, you can tell, from how wet she is already. You slide in with ease, and start pounding her hard.

"Oh God!" the mistress screams. She then proceeds to curse loudly in Italian. It's so loud you wonder if guests outside or next door can hear her, as you continue to plow her. She completely drowns out the increased muffles coming from Philip, who is visibly distraught. It doesn't take long, and she starts cumming, repeating "too big" as her tiny ass lifts off the bed. Supporting her ass, you keep thrusting until you cum inside her body, which went limp after her orgasm. You make sure to empty every drop from your cock inside her pussy.

You pull your spent cock out and drop her elevated ass on the bed. Climbing out of the bed, you get dressed quickly. You put on Philip's leather shoes instead of your sneakers, and walk to behind the chair he is bound to. He's staring blankly ahead at his mistress, who is breathing calmly now and asleep. You had fucked all the energy out of her.

Placing a hand on the chair, you stop time first, then teleport yourself and Philip to the lobby of the hotel. It's not crowded at this time of the night, but there are enough people around. Smiling to yourself, you head to the main entrance and restart time, leaving Philip in the middle of the swank lobby bound to a chair, with a torn thong on his head. His punishment had been dealt.

As you're exiting, you see a middle-aged bellhop following Carla to the bathroom. You see a young man walk up the steps of the entrance, and he's wearing a Columbia University shirt, your alma mater. Grinning, you hand him the key card and say, "Room 930. Enjoy."