“Having you so near always wakes him up!”“Well let’s see what we can do about this situation then.” she said.With that she reached for me an... started stroking my shaft slowly as she leaned into me for a kiss.“Well you have my complete attention now!”She didn’t say a thing to that, but kept stroking me ever so slowly.I tried to reach out to touch her and she pushed my hands away. I finally just had to hang on to the shower hand bar because she wouldn’t let me do anything else but suffer her slow. "Tony felt like he'd been smacked with a wet fish. The old Helen had returned. Or maybe she'd never left and he'd just dreamed the last half an hour or so. He blinked at her foolishly, trying to get his bearings. Surely she wasn't that pissed off with him already? He hadn't meant not to please her. She dived out of bed before he had recovered enough to even think about it.Sitting quietly, pretending this was just any other day, was a major work of control for Helen. She wanted to leap at Tony. . to... What?What were these emotions spilling through me?“‘What light through yonder window breaks,’” my futa-sister spoke, her voice breathy.Realization struck me. As Isidora leaned down to kiss Meaghan after delivering those powerful, poetic, beautiful lines, a welter of fear rippled through me. I could feel that abyss slamming shut. I had been afraid to jump in it, and now it was about to be too late for me to take the plunge.Their lips came closer and closer together. Meaghan’s pale hand. I can just imagine how it will go . . . He looks over at me, waiting for a moment until he has my complete attention. "Call and rent the room," he says. "Make it for Thursday atnoon. Take it for three hours." My heart races. I have been waiting monthsfor this moment, and my patience is finally being answered. I make the call, identifying myself as a slave, and ask for the room formyself and my Master. There is no problem, and all is easily set. He doesn'thave to tell me more; I will make sure.