The light will be on, so you can’t miss it.”This had been arranged a week ago on the forum I frequent. Becka had solicited me, telling me she had ... fantasy she wanted help with. Her husband was in on it, and would leave a camera running so he could watch later. I walked into the room, and she was there as I was told. Her hands were tied, and a blindfold covered her eyes. The dress was blue with spaghetti straps. I could hear her breathing. The room smelled like desire.I reached out and touched. I sighed a little whiff of satisfaction at a job well done.I found my book upstairs by the bed and took it down to the tea room.The heroine, Darcy, was in trouble when I went to sleep. The charming-but-married boyfriend had also turned out to be an embezzler, whichwould not have been quite so bad had the financial company from whomhe'd stolen the money not shown itself to be little more than anextravagant Ponzi scheme. I settled in and was lost in the growingintrigue until lunch time. By. Another chance to meet up with busty porn stars? I certainly wasn't going to turn that down. Wednesday was today, and I couldn't wait.It was a short walk to the Hastings Hotel, so I left the house around 7:30pm, taking the letter with me. I showed the letter to the man at the desk and took the elevator to the sixth floor, eagerly awaiting my chance to meet Bree and Claudette. The only question; do I treat them like humans or ask for something on the spot? Only time would tell.I walked over to. If I had to guess I would say she went to change her clothes in order to try and cool off a bit and hide it better,” he said smiling like a confident ass. “What? No way. It usually takes mom at least a few drinks first or if she hadn’t had any release for a long period of time. How could you tell?” I asked him jokingly. “Oh I just have my ways, darling. By the way, you said you shared boyfriends with her but never slept with her. Is that correct?” he asked. “Well yes, mom and I shared a few.