Therewas a Hair Styling Station, complete with a huge drop down cone shapedpink salon dryer, A lighted makeup vanity, a manicure station and apedicure...throne, a small bed with fluffy pink pillows and satin sheets,and, ominously, a gynecology exam table with adjustable stirrups.Under the flashing Level 5 sign was a board which said:Client: 50 year old male. No Controlling Female Voluntary Submission Wishes to Delve into His Feminine Side. Female Name:. ."- She started to protest.-"Shut up Nanci!" - He said, interrupting her in mid sentence...-"From now on, I'll tell you when to talk... get it through your head!" - The sudden coldness of his voice stabbed her chest like a knife. She shut her mouth without completing her words...-" Almost everyone have seen the videos and the photos of that night... you have no way to know who hasn't.. And have no idea on who signed in either. One word you say and these videos will make it into the web, even in. "Don't fucking move man or I'll shoot you full of holes!" Jermain barked at Danny."Help!! Mike; for fuck sake help me!!!!!" Danny screamed at the internal door adjoining his and Mike's rooms.On the other side of the door Michele heard Danny's muffled cries and assumed that he was drunk and looking for Mike to join him for more booze. Michele walked over to the door carefully on her high heels and yelled through the door."Go to sleep Danny; I'm not interested in getting you any drunker!"She then. I think I may love him. Not a safe thought in the mind of a married woman. I looked up in to his clear blue eyes, and sighed. His mouth slowly cam closer to my lips. I had been thinking about kissing all day long. Our lips met, only briefly, nearly chaste. We pulled away, both realizing what a fine line we walked. Could we just have sex, and not fall in completely? He slid one hand over my hair and down my back. He wove his fingers down through mine. He felt right there, next to me. I led him.