I put my hand inside my jacket, on my revolver and ask "Whose there?" to the door in a harsh voice. A woman's voice answers "A client."My mind jumps t... that shrimps wife, waiting out there with Vinny and his boys, and a bead of sweat hits my eyebrow; but I wipe that drop away knowing this voice is a little more stiff, not as mellow as the size-queen's.I keep my hand on the gun and move around the desk, toward the door. I peak through the blinds and instead of seeing a big gangster and his boys. He must have sperm like a horse.” She laughed and watched the play of features that took place on Dalia’s face.Her friend was torn between shame and arousal, until finally her curiosity got he better of her. “And what ... how are you doing that?” she asked.Lara blinked at her naughtily. “Wanna watch?” she asked.The young woman hesitated, but then just nodded, while she blushed deeply red. She watched her friend get up and straighten her skimpy skirt, pulling back her hair and then head towards. -- Leave it there for the rest of the trip here. I stared at the instructions. I read it three times before I put my phone back in my pocket. Maybe I should just pretend I hadn’t seen it… after all, I didn’t like to text and drive. I had a legitimate excuse for not reading my text. I could just say I was already back on the road and hadn’t heard the text tone. As I walked out to my car again, I heard another ding from my phone. -- By the way. You have “read receipts” turned on, so I know you. ” “How can you be so sure?” “Because you’ve pursued it vigorously from the day you discovered it,” Gary said softly. “It’s no longer a curiosity or a whim or a kink. It’s a full-blown desire to know the freedom of giving the gift of your submission. It’s a longing for a relationship with a level of trust you can find nowhere else.” Gary was on a roll now, and Elaine sat listening, remembering some of his lessons as he reiterated them. “You are very lucky. On the net,.