“Window,” I finally called and headed toward that miniature bed nearest the door and window. I like to be in control of the air temp, and this put...us farthest away from the bathroom with its potential odor issues. Max was known for his legendary farts, I didn’t want to be anywhere in the vicinity when the real thing showed up.“What, exactly, makes this a mini-suite?” Paige stood there with her hands on her hips, dumbfounded by our accommodations. “I mean I get the mini part, but I don’t see a. “Excuse me. Me and your husband have just been talking at the bar…. and he tells me that…. that you might like a bit of fun with me and my friends?” he stammered. Anne took a sip of her Southern Comfort, looked at him, then across at his friends and thought for a moment before she answered him. “It all depends on what you mean by a bit of fun!” she smiled, casually reaching across and trailing her fingers over the growing bulge in the guy’s jeans before squeezing it, “If, by…. ‘a bit of fun’. “I told her she could only come in front of witnesses.” Witnesses. Plural. I didn’t ask, although I certainly suspected. “How badly do you need to-” “Bad!” I interrupted, already agreeing to the deal. I knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t do anything I wouldn’t eventually forgive her for. “Stay put,” was all she said, and I, like a good girl, stayed put as she picked up her phone and left the room. And now, I’m sitting here, naked, trembling and nervous and full of unfulfilled desire,. Rachel sensed the aching in her vagina and her pulse quickened with his touch. Emerson moved closer and gently kissed her mouth, his tongue dancing with Rachel’s in circling motions that made Rachel feel even more turned on. He began to unbutton her blouse and with the other hand pressed the stop button – the lift came to an abrupt stop. Rachel leaned back into the mirror and grasped the handrails that ran the whole way around the lift. She was tempted to run her hands all over his body but.