Frank was explaining that he was switching apartments due to an ownership change and he was looking for some hotel recommendations for the weekend. St...acey and I were having none of it and insisted that he come stay at our place for a few days. He'd have to crash on the couch but our second bathroom had a shower, so it wouldn't be too bad. Frank tried to put up a fight "I absolutely hate imposing on people, especially friends. I'll just stay at the Motel 6 on 16th" Frank, there's no way in hell. She grabs her bag and goes into the bathroom. In one of the pockets she grabs a small baggy with white powder. She thinks to herself "This is the only way I'll have the courage to do this." Quickly she does 3 lines and immediately feels the rush. As she comes up she looks in the mirror and realizes "Holy shit, right now I'm not Jeff at all, I am ASHLEY, I am a bad bitch, I am a motel slut, and I'm gonna do what motel sluts do." She walks out of the bathroom. "What took you so long little. No point in rushing out, I was beat and all the honest people were up and about, much to early. By two I was ready to go finding the door man, they know everything. "I need a body guard" speaking straight with him "at least 300 pounds and tough as a $5.00 steak. Any idea's?" "To protect you?" not smiling. "Not exactly but he has to be there for me. "$500.00 a day with no fear, understand?" "I know this guy, he's black, use to play footbal.....can give a small boy shade" "This is for you". Kyle disappointment was immediately evident. He had so much wanted to be inside her, to make love to the woman of his dreams, to feel her softness, to do all the things he had ever dreamed of that lovemaking involved. But she had stopped him once again, and he was forced to settle for caressing her. He continued gently caressing her clitoris, sliding his finger up and down the split of her labia, using her own moisture to glide effortlessly in her most tender region. As she became more and more.