I mean come on what I was to do? I was the guest so I found it only fitting that I would let Andy sleep with me. I patted on the bed and told andy tha... he could sleep on the other side of the bed. Andy crawled into bed and seemed to grow calmer but as the storm worsened I felt him snuggling up closer to me as I laid on my side. Whats going on here I thought, and soon I found that his breath against my neck was turning me on, the more it thundered and the more lightning flashed off the walls. He hadto chuckle as he realized he did a lot of spying near or in Paul's room.First getting caught by Shelly and then again snooping around on his own.But it was what he found in Paul's room and what he did while in therethat he was thinking mostly of right now. And the fact that he waswearing his son's panties, garter belt and nylons all the time now.Of course he knew Shelly had taken photos of him and had even hinted thatshe might possibly show them to Paul. Would she or not? Might it. She just hated to lose an argument."Inferior? Really? No, Roger treats me as one of his women, as a person! Not as chattel or subhuman or anything less than fully equal to him in all ways that count. His authority over me is because I wish it! It doesn't make him a superior being. It makes him my lover and my Master, the father of my unborn child! I'm sexually submissive, yes, but that doesn't make me any less of a person or anything like that. Submissives are neither inferior nor superior, and. ”“I’m burning up.”“Should I stop?”“When you think about me, do you…”“Shh.” “The diner’s practically empty. No one is listening.”“I have a toy.” “Holy smokes.”“When I think about you, I take off my clothes, lie back on the pillow, and place the toy between my legs. I envision you watching me, gazing at my hands caressing my bare body, as your hands find your own crotch. I squirm on the sheets, my toes curling, moans escaping my lips. Quigley? You’re squeezing my fingers really.