Ellen leaned forward and watched the couple with open interest. She had never observed anything like it in her life. The woman’s hand snaked under t...e table. Ellen sat back and said, “I swear she’s got her hand in his pants.”“It wouldn’t surprise me,” Molly said. She continued to watch every corner of the room nervously.The attractive woman stood up and took the hand of the man with her. She pulled him out of his chair and led him out of the room. Ellen said, “I wonder where they are. I lived on the ground floor of a fifty-year-old two-floor apartment building with about 50 units per building, six buildings total. I shook myself awake, dressed in my work clothes, scuffed on my shoes, grabbed my computer and headed for the door. No! I turned around, reached behind my desk and grabbed my buffalo box (Ethernet-available very large hard drive) and headed for the door. No! I turned, looked for and found a trade-show goodie bag, stuffed the buffalo box into it, opened my highboy. She seemed a bit shocked at first, but the game at this point is to keep moving and keep heating them up. I rubbed her ass and asked if she liked being a naughty girl. She smiled. I unfastened her belt and unsnapped her skirt. She took control and lowered it to her hips. I told her to stand back and slid it down slowly. She shimmied the skirt down around her hips, bent, let it go to her knees, stood-up and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of the skirt, walked over to me, bent, and took. “Okay, then,” he let her wrists go but didn’t unbind them. “You can practice outside, tonight. We can discuss your new rules tomorrow. Go behind the motel to that private area.”“Oh yay!” she hopped up and down excitedly and her firm tits barely bounced.I had a difficult time understanding Michelle. She wasn’t a ditz or a bimbo. I could tell that she wasn’t necessarily book smart, but she was quick-witted. She also wasn’t interested in money or the sexual aspects of submission. I don’t even.