Something dragged him from a dream; slightly frightening, where many voices clamoured at him... all demanding something but he just couldn’t quite h...ar any one of them. He rolled over and opened his eyes in relief. 4:13 glowed greenly in mid air beside him.It was hot. He shook himself properly awake and groped for his glasses on the table. The anonymous hotel room swam into slight focus. It was dark behind the heavy curtains. Damn... there has to be something wrong with this air con. He sat up.. “What am I doing here? Am I out of my mind?” I thought to myself. Wait, wait, wait. I am getting ahead of things here. Let me introduce myself. My name is Kaylee. I am a 22 year old graduate student in my last two weeks of summer break. I am 5’8”, with long black hair, brown eyes, firm 34B breasts, and a figure I keep fit by running three to five miles, five days a week. I have my life all planned out and everything has been going according to that plan. That is until two months ago when I did. I frantically rubbed and fingered for the next 15 minutes as Kim and Ian noisily fucked like rabbits, making myself cum three times in the process. I woke the following morning with a stotting headache and when I scratched an itch on my nose I could still smell my stinky fingers. As I tenderly made my way to the bathroom I could hear laughter and activity from downstairs as Ian and their 7 year old son Simon had breakfast and watched TV. Ten minutes later I was sitting drying my hair with only. "She smiled. "...I get to chose what I wear..." Adding, "...whereas youdon't!" "Is that understood?" She looked straight me. "Yes Miss, very,"I somehow stammered back, but loving and meaning every word. It was metwith a simple "Good." Now," she said, almost softening the atmosphere. "Regarding yourability to pass Chrissie." She smiled. "You managed to arrive here todayfully dressed.." She smiled. "...which I'm very pleased about andpresumably you did so without any difficulty?" she quizzed.