Tell me you don’t think I should ever call you ‘Jane.’”“I don’t think you should ever call me Jane.” “Tell me you want me to call you ... whore.” He gave her throat an extra squeeze, making her cough again, then relaxing the pressure a little.“I want you to call me a whore.” She squirmed on the bed.“Tell me you want me to call you a slut.”“I want you to call me a slut.”“Tell me you want me to call you a piece of trash.” He kept his pace steady, just rubbing up and down, up and down, never varying. Whew!Brittany turned and looked at me with her naughty smile. Without saying a word she put her manicured hand on my stomach and lightly raked my abs with her pink fingernails, mere inches from my obvious boner. I looked at her with smoldering eyes and took her by the hand. "This way. Follow me."I opened the door and peeked outside. The coast was clear. I led Brittany across the hall and into my daughter's room, where there was a full-sized bed covered in stuffed animals. I closed and locked. He was about to shut the door when he saw that the delivery man was about to ring Tim & Susan's door, and he was holding an identical box. John quickly put two and two together. He dropped the box inside his front door and headed next door. Tim had just signed for Susan's shoes when John walked up and said, "You too?" John sighed and replied, "I guess so. God love them, these women are going to put us in the poor house." Tim shook his head. "I know. Susan is like a spoiled little girl. " With that Alyssa turned sharply to thesecretary and barked "No calls" before turning abruptly again and walkingback to the hidden door she had just come from.Alyssa continued to lead them through a somewhat confusing series ofhallways that again reminded Kurt of a very large doctors office beforethey were lead to a large executive conference room. Alyssa gestured forthem to sit before sitting across from them. Kurt glanced at Jenny whonodded to Kurt signaling she wanted him to take the.