...please fuck me... Oh god, I want you sooo much..." you whine. I know this is true, all my senses confirm your passions are afire and that you are b...yond aroused. Still I'm not quite ready for you just yet. "Patience girl. You must learn patience. I fully intend to fuck you as you request, but in my time and only after I have brought you to the edge. More than once." Those last three words make you tremble. More than once. Those words hint that this is going to be a long frustrating night for. “Who’s that at the door?” she mused. “I think I know. Excuse me while I give someone a good kick up the bum!”Which is where our story really begins …@@@@@Elaine stood up, her imposing figure casting a shadow over the petite girl. “And where have been, Missy,” she demanded.Jayne could only bow her head and offer an apology.“Sorry, Elaine – I mean Mistress Elaine – the traffic was bad.”“I’ve heard that one before. Now go and get changed out of that Chanel suit and into something less sensible.. When I got home I found a laptop sitting on my desk, all plugged in and started up and ready to go. It had a 3 1/2" floppy drive, a 100MB ZIP drive, and all the other stuff I'd been drooling over as I watched Mom hog the computer, catching her sleep when I wasn't home, getting dinner started before I got back, returning to the computer, then coming out just long enough to get dinner out of the oven before it burned if it wasn't done before I got home."Woo-hoo!" I exclaimed. Dad emerged from my. Somewhere not too easy to find or access would have been nice. What I had to settle for was an old two story thirty unit motel on the edge of town. It was old enough so as not to be on any of the reservation services list. The weekly rate wasn't too awful, so I took it for a week. I was pretty sure the "Few" would be at least that long.The motel had fallen to one of those 'english barely spoken here' type motels. Since I wasn't hiding, but also didn't want to be too easy to find, it seemed.