She can feel the sticky dampness of the pre cum between her legs, across her thighs, oozing from her quivering slit, mixing with her perspiration. ... Sliding the pillow up from under her head, she tosses it across her face, pulls the sides of its separating cover down over her eyes, ears, gripping the damp material between her clenched fists. She realizes it’s going to be another long, painfully hot night as she’s again restless, but not for the reason she’s thinking. Outside,. Jewel eyed him with that look, the one that meant, ‘Yeah right, what work do you need me to do for you now?’ He wrinkled his nose back at her in response. “No, really Jewel. I mean it. This was left on my desk from one of our clients, we’re not sure who. They apparently decided that you did very well following through with them in such detail on a case they had with us that they booked you a vacation. Jewel, you’re going to Emerald Isle, along the Southern Outer Banks in North Carolina!” So. How is it I am so aroused by my own erotic creative writing? Suddenly, I got the idea to lean back in my chair and imagine myself on our bed with my vibrator. I envisioned my standard routine of removing my toys from their hiding places. First my vibrator, then the nipple clamps, and then the beautiful soft sculptured likeness of a hard cock. Yet, something was different. My mind drew me back into the script that I had written for Angie. Suddenly, I was that woman pleasuring herself on the bed. Chloe, Ella, Michael, and Greta were all sitting in my living room. Everyone looked my way. Chloe stood up, looking as miffed as a raging bull and stomped over to me. “Where have you been?”“I went with Faith to eat,” I said. “She wanted to celebrate her first day of her new job.”Chloe’s frown deepened. “Who’s Faith?”“My step sister,” I said. “I’m sorry I didn’t leave a note or anything, but I didn’t even know when any of you would be back.” Then I dropped my shield and pushed the door.