He turned off the lights and sat behind the sofa chairs of mom and aunt and told them to open the recliner of the sofa for comfort, now there was no w...y they could look back without fully getting up I came down and saw all this and thought “ this asshole planned all this”, he signaled me to come sit next to him and I told myself “here we go” I was excited and scared at the same time I took a chair and sat next to him, he could not control his smile and seemed very happy.After a while into the. I did as she said. Cheryl then got us both a drink from the mini-bar and handed me one. She then sat down and opened the guitar case. She started to strum the old Martin. Her turning the conversation towards music made me feel more relaxed. As much as I wanted her, I was not sure it was appropriate. But a hot looking young woman did invite me up to her hotel room nonetheless. "That is a beautiful old Martin." I remarked. "Thank you." She replied, "It belonged to my uncle." Cheryl began to. "Harriet sat down first, but Lori continued to look around the room. Something was glowing softly in a dimly lit corner and Lori took a step towards it. She felt the oddest sensation move slowly through her body. It was the gentle warmth like she had taken a shot of alcohol. Only this made her shiver and goosebumps covered her skin.She took another step closer and felt a soft ache began to build between her legs. Her breath caught and she reached for the soft glow, feeling the ache become a. She would surely attract the attention of the large throng of leather-lovers that turned out every Saturday night. One thing about her was that she was somewhat restless. Her eyes darted about the sanctuary and she would abruptly jump down from her barstool and make haste toward the ladies restroom. This happened at least four times. After an especially long absence she sidled back onto the stool. She had a different look in her eye—like she had found something she wanted. Like the cat that’d.