Just a need, at times, to have a man tell me what to do. To be, in the words of Doctor Bellingham, 'Firmly Guided'. It's not all the time, and not all...the time in a specific situation either – it's not like I need to be sex slave all the time when sex comes up or anything. Just, the more overloaded I get, the more I need this outlet where I am not in control. Where I am told, firmly, but not abusively or arrogantly, what is going to happen. I dunno if I really buy it, but it would explain why I. You know petting and umm playing with my belly. That would be so cool.” Then she added “and maybe whatever else comes to mind.” Once she said it, she smiled and she winked at me. "Whoa!" I thought. Did she just say what I think she did? My body immediately overheated. I think I swallowed hard. Yeah, okay, I did swallow hard. I felt hot. I felt really, really hot in fact. God I even felt it down in my crotch, if you want to know the truth, but it sure felt good. That’s for sure. I think I gave. Her intimate muscles twitched, pinching his finger even with the obstructing cloth in the way. Felicia wormed her arms beneath him to tug her boxer shorts down to her thighs. Kevin flattened his finger along the parting of her lips, pressing even harder to feel the heat increase, and just a hint of dampness. “Please. I need it. I’m so hot.” Giving a growl, Kevin wiggled his head back and forth, her nipple still clamped between his lips. He let it pop free and sat up, grinning as Felicia forced. Lisa had gotten me the key, so was she the one the room wasregistered under? Brad? Was this James person the one it was registeredtoo? Think Rachel, think. I was stuck and had paused way to long, "Myname, Rachel Moore." I held my breath."Thank you Ms. Moore. I hope you and Mr. Calstrom enjoy your stay here inLas Vegas. Good evening." Thank you. Thanks for checking up on us." And I hung the phone up.I was physically drained. The adrenaline spikes had sapped all my energyand now I just wanted to.