“The space does look like there should be.” Director Bible said, “And there is nothing else on this floor.”John caught the look that Willy was...giving him. He was pointing to a small intrusion in the wall. What John did not know is that Lucy had found an identical intrusion on the other end of the wall, 18’ away, “Listen up, and let me try something. Computer, as the Emperor I command for you to open this door. Now.” Two wall panels moved away several inches then slide apart leaving a 12’. Her fingers spread thru his sandy blond hair, Her face essentially beside his. S he whispered in his ear, “A HOT, passionate kiss for starters!” And with that, two eager set of lips met. For her…..the sense of strength of Bills masculine jaws and cheeks, but oooh, so gentle of a kisser. For Him…. her lipstick provided a hint of needed lubrication as their two mouths ground together , her lips, so…so…. soft. Bill’s knees actually buckled and he. James laughed again sensing his girlfriend’s sudden change in mood. Not wanting her to change her mind, he quickly told her what he wanted from her. “I want you to wear the skimpiest outfit you have, and…” He whispered the rest of the sentence in her ear. James drew his head back from the side of her face and took in her reaction. Her mouth gaped open in a mixture of shock and disgust, and her face twisted at the appalling thought. She slowly grew to accept the idea, and the more she thought. Yet, though she perked up, something changed. That last evening with Victor Hardway was the last time she experienced her secret fetish. She found no energy to pull the suitcase from under the bed. She seemed to lack the desire to bring herself into breathlessness because it seemed solo play no longer was part of her. Yes, there were moments she found herself within the memories of those few days and couldn’t resist stimulating herself into a mediocre orgasm which only frustrated her sexual.