I never asked her to call me Sir, and I doubt I ever would. Requiring titles just forces the people that use them to change their meaning and inheren... respect and honor. When someone gives you an honorific without being required to, you know they must really mean it. ?Get inside and everything's okay, girl. I just had a brief free moment to call you, and figured I'd do so.? As I finished my last sentence, she slipped through the front door and into her house, and I decided to drive off as. But enjoying the great feelings that were running through her whole body, making her feel like a new woman. Albeit a bit frustrating, it still felt good. She remained on the table without moving for a few minutes just enjoying all the reborn feelings that she had been made aware of again. When she tried to move to a sitting position, she found that her muscles were so relaxed that she had to consciously move each muscle in order to move. The feeling was marvelous, and took a little longer that. She came and gave me the book. I was going to the living room taking the book.She said you can read it here and I also have some work to do. I sat on the bed and started reading the book. I read that almost an hour, asking her doubts and meanings meanwhile. It was very easy to learn. When you are interested in anything you can learn that very fast.I almost understood everything about sex and was damn horny. She was working on her Phd and I really wanted to have sex with her immediately but was. A chambermaid went by, pushing a cart stacked neatly with clean linen. I heard televisions, music, conversations from behind closed doors. Hotels must have millions of secrets.Scott’s room was number 511. He put his card in the door, clicked it open and let me in first. I looked around for a light switch. He got there first. The room was modern, clean, and tasteful. He shut the door behind us. The blinds were open but he didn’t close them. He moved past me, pulled off his jacket and dropped it.