He got up softly then went to bed. I must be his sleeping aide. I laid there knowing I should get up and was up but I took off my panties and rubbed...his cum on my pussy making myself cum from it. The next day I told Drew I was having weird dreams. He asked what kind of dreams. I told him erotic and he was in the dream. He told me he was having sexual dreams about me too. I told him I wake up every morning with cum soaked panties. He told me he wished I could actually live out my wet. He stood in front of the funnel shaped urinal and pissed, looking at the writings on the wall as he did. One message drew his eye. "Meet me tonight at the office, men's room last stall on the right."He shook himself dry and walked to the food area and got his coffee. Thinking he was crazy, he nevertheless asked to borrow a phone book, and looked for listings under "Office". There was one for "The Office Lounge" in West Monroe, just a few miles up the road from where he was now. Could this be a. Mary knew Jeff already had his number but she left the number and address for him just in case. She also wrote the code word on this message just so that they would be sure of it. This she left them on the kitchen table. The next page was an acknowledgement form stating that she was going to become Kevin's slave in word and deed by her own choosing. It also stated that there was to be a code word between her and Kevin and there was a place for her to write it in. Mary sign the papers, left a. “Sometimes I get so tired of it all.”“So quit,” Dexter said.“It pays the bills,” Amber said shrugging her shoulders.“So you’re going to stay with it until you find something better?”Amber nodded her head in affirmation, took a sip of wine, and then sighed. She studied Dexter for a moment, as if he was some new species of bug.“You know, I don’t understand you,” Amber said.“You don’t understand me?” Dexter asked rather puzzled by that comment.“Nope.”“I’m a pretty simple guy. At least, I think.