She glanced both directions down the hall. He couldn’t have possibly made it up here that fast, she thought. Just then, the other elevator door ding...ed open. He was leaning up against the wall, looking frustrated.“It was a slow trip,” he said. “The damn thing stopped on almost every floor,” he explained as he joined Heather in the hallway. “I guess I owe you lunch, tomorrow.”Heather shrugged it off. “No, really, you don’t have to,” she said with a smile.Each of them found their own room, a few. The room stinks of sex, of bodies in heat as Joanne leans forward and slowly drags the flat of her tongue along Ashleigh’s slit from perineum to clit.I watch Ashleigh arch her back, her head thrown back, exhaling a guttural sigh of pleasure as she experiences Joanne’s tongue sliding between her folds. I slip off the bed, slowly stepping into the harness and pulling the straps tight as I watch the two hotel employees writhe on the bed. Joanne’s ass sways hypnotically as she pushes her face. We had started to talk about my moving in with him but the [grown] c***dren were a problem. We continued to live apart [only about five miles] but dated, went places, quite a bit. There were quite a few mornings that I woke up in his bed; he called it ‘our’ bed. We became complete lovers. Yes, I became totally submissive, a regular Donna Reid but a whore in bed. I realize all of this now. Until I was in my late forties, I went through what can only be described as PMS. I was ‘out there’ for. Our parents were thrilled. My folks loved Joey, and the Ramseys treated me like their daughter. They trusted us, knew that we had taken a vow in our church youth group to remain pure until marriage. On my eighteenth birthday he gave me a sweetheart ring. We were in love, the kind of love that lasts, one built on friendship rather than hormones. Dont get me wrong about hormones. Joey grew from a cute boy the girls whispered about in seventh grade into one they drooled over in high school. Guys.