Who's behind the rooms I pass? Lawyers. Engineers. Lecturers. Regular folk. Decent people with morals. Did they hear me last night acting like a… we...l, a depraved slut, I guess.My cheeks flush and I try to walk more quietly.The keycard sears my palm. I slow. Should stop. Someone'll get hurt. But...I shakily reach out, breathe in and swipe the lock. Push past the 817 on the door, and the sight of him lazing on the bed takes my breath away. Quells the disquiet.His phone's alongside his nakedness,. On the same morning I am going to experience his wife’s cunt for the first time, Jed is experiencing the savage delight of Deep Heat. His impotent, smarting cock rages hopelessly against the unyielding steel. Flesh and blood fight a losing battle against the tight 3 ? x 1 ? prison.?Good lad.? I chuckle.I am hard myself now. Rock hard. Thankfully I don’t actually need any erectile help yet but I popped a 20 mg Cialis last night to give myself an extra edge this morning.I adjust my pillow, sit up. "So tell me- areyou wearing what I asked you to?" "Yes, Iam." "Good girl. Takeoff the jacket please." She takes off thejacket, and finds that she aren't as nervous as she thoughtshe'd be. He seemslike a nice person and all he asked her to do was take offher jacket- not avery difficult request! "Are you wearinga bra?" "No, just likeyou said". "Good girl. Haveyou shaved?" "Yes." "I have a coupleof tests for you. If you can do them it'll show me thatyou're ready to be myslut. Do you think you're. Rose found a pre-owned small summery dress in her size and a pair of sexy strappy pumps for her dainty feet, all for seven dollars at the consignment shop. The shoes had seen better days but no one would care.Within the next hour they’d checked into the Marriott on Strawberry Banke, within walking distance of their dinner and entertainment for the evening.An hour after that was spent making love and then swimming in the hotel pool, a body of water considerably warmer than the lakes they’d.