****** Rachel grimaced, all but falling into a seat at the back of the large classroom of social psych, the last class of the day. And what a day it h...d been, starting when her phone had woke her up half an hour late, up to the point where it had started pouring rain on the long walk across campus. Shivering in the air-conditioned — air-conditioned! — room, she pulled out her notes, barely noticing when Hunter entered and took up a seat a row in front of her. The class started, the professor. A partial maybe.I was still whimpering when he kissed me goodbye. He gave me hisbusiness card. Begged me to call him when we were in town the nexttime. When was that, I asked myself. Soon, I hoped. Panties in hand.Lipstick and mascara a disaster, I staggered out of the booth and sawRhonda's big smile."I knew you would enjoy it," she said. "Let's get back to the hotel andyou can tell me all about it."So much for sensitivity to my humiliation and emasculation. I whimperedand remained silent until. You instructed me to use the key to enter immediately. It was dark. I entered and closed the door quietly. I expected to hear your sweet voice, but the room was silent. I felt around on the bed hoping to touch your foot, your leg, or any part of your body that I so longed for. Disappointedly, all I felt was the bedspread. I opened the curtains to let a little light in. I saw a note! "Baby: I've been here, but only to leave this paper. Baby, Please take off all of your clothes and sit in the. You want it as much as I do. That’s why you showed me their pics isn’t it? Organize it for us, soon.”We are a professional couple in our early forties. Sarah is of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from me, bi-sexual, though she didn’t need a great deal of prompting. She has a very strong sex drive and one of her favorite turn-ons is sex with an audience.On the following Sunday afternoon we are both anticipating the.