‘What do think you are doing?’ you ask him. ‘I think I am going to give you a massage and then curl up next to you and fall asleep with you in m... arms. Though if you want me to stop, I can … all you have to do is ask nicely,’ he says as his fingers dig into your shoulders. You don’t even bother to respond to that stupid question as you burrow deeper into the bed. His hands work your shoulders and then move on to your neck, his motions slow and sure as he needs your flesh. You are refraining. Rachel was married, but she wasn't married to me. In fact, Rachel didn't even like me.Rachel led me to a table and before we could sit down and I could get an explanation the two men came up to the table and without being invited they sat down. One of the men reached a hand across the table to me, "Jim, right? I'm Dan Sommers, maybe Rachel has mentioned me?"I caught a slightly imperceptible nod from Rachel and said, "No, not that I can remember." I can't say that I'm surprised." He pointed at. He went to open it. U's heart beat faster. She had only ever done one-on-one. He opened the door and a tall, blond women slipped inside the room. He closed the door behind her. U studied her. She was quite tall, with shoulder-length blond hair and wore a dark trench coat tied at the waist. She carried a small holdall. She was exceptionally good-looking and U estimated she was in her late twenties or early thirties. The lady surveyed the room which by now was s**ttered with various sex. I must be losing my mind." While I was brushing my teeth, I heard some ruckus in the hallway. "Thosedogs are probably getting into something again." I rinsed my mouth outand applied some chapstick, some really dark red chapstick. Then a loudcrash rang out in the background. "I better check that out, I don't knowwhat got into those two dogs this morning."I walked out of my bedroom and into the den to witness the shock of mylife. Instead of my den, the room was painted white and pink, with.