I heard her door open, followed by her tromping down the stairs like a herd of elephants. Less than a minute passed when she climbed back up the stair... just as loudly. My bedroom door flew open, and there she stood, naked, and holding my Abbey Road album. This was no ordinary Beatles album. This was a limited-edition version with half-speed mastering, master tape sourced, and stamped on heavy-duty Supervinyl. I’m not making this up, this was a rare fucking thing. “Ashley!” I warned, using my. She turned into a room on the right. It was femininely decorated, with posters of bands and butterflies, stuffed toys and shades of pink and purple everywhere.I followed her in, straight over to her bed which she climbed onto, spinning around on her knees to embrace me as I reached the edge of it, kissing me deeply again.She held me tightly and began to lean backwards, pulling me on top of her as we made out, grinding against each other lustfully.I rolled over, carrying her with me until she. I knew this was going to be fun because I had to go all the way about 6 floors to reach the terrace, either by the staircase or by the elevator. I knew elevator would be a really bad idea. So I chose to go by stairs.Once I gained the confidence, I turned on the video call and went near the door. I started to remove my clothes one by one. She was having a sarcastic and erotic smile seeing me playing according to her rules.I removed my last piece of clothing and threw it over the couch and. After the business part of the meal Howard, Janet and the three customers wanted to do some socializing. Howard said he and Janet could take care of the rest of the business so I came on home. Some of the things Janet did and said tonight just worried and surprised me. It's nothing for you to worry about. I'm sure we will clear it up Monday."Amy worried about what Janet was doing to her husband all that weekend. She was no closer to an answer Monday morning than she had been that Friday night..