“Really? Do you want me to tell her you’re interested?” I propped myself up on my elbow. “What are you now? My pimp?” I grinned. “Tell her...I’ll fuck her for a thousand pounds – I don’t come cheap.” “No, noisily is the adjective I’d use.” “Noisily is an adverb, you illiterate Doctor.” I reached down and grabbed his cock, slightly surprised to find that it was already stiffening. Clearly he’d been playing scenario of Jess and I over in his head. “Well, now’s your chance to make me noisy again.. You agreed quietly and we hung up.The next day I couldn’t leave home fast enough. I sped down the expressway my like I was driving my ambulance. My thoughts only of you. I nearly collided with another car I was so distracted. I reached the hotel and made my way to the desk. My palms sweaty, I tried to act cool, the desk clerk knew my plans, and I wasn’t the first lover renting a hideaway for the afternoon he had ever seen. I paid for the room, in cash, trying to give as little information. However, once they hit the road, they soon realized what many a native New Yorker realizes one they leave the city?that America is filled with open space and not much else. They were well into the boondocks of Pennsylvania when Tracy finally looked up from out the window."I'm bored. Is America this empty?" Unfortunately, yes. Though I am surprised that we've seen nothing but truckers on the interstate. Maybe if I could help ya turn tricks, we could have some fun," Miss K joked, laughing at. " You have?" Bill said. "How?" I've learned that sexual pleasure is as much in the mind as it isphysical. By experiencing female pleasure through the sensory device, Iwas given the baseline. Through hypno-therapy, I was given the openness.And through love with Cathleen, I was eventually able to achieve completefemale sexual pleasure without the need for the sensory device."Bill was stunned by the revelation - the the power of the sensory devicealong with the therapy and processes here could.