Had it been planned?"Key," a man in a brightly colored shirt and loosely tied necktie said as he motioned for me to stop."I'm here to see Mr. Petterse...n," I offered, unwilling to give up my car keys."Everyone's here to see Mr. Pettersen. Give me your keys." I'll wait here until it clears out at bit." It ain't gonna clear out. Give me your keys. I'll watch your car."I handed the man my keys and walked toward the showroom, beginning to get nervous. Where would my car be if I needed to get away. " She blushed, shifting in her seat, knowing where this conversation was going. The part of the conversation that she craved, and the part that terrified her. She wanted so badly to burst, to beg and plead for him to touch her, to take her. The words were on her lips, the phrases and names that she had molded herself to, that he used for her. The duality tortured her, sometimes. A shy slut, a self-concious whore. Maybe that was what made the rush and exhileration so strong to begin with? He. Gemma wanted to cry. She felt humiliated. How could he say those nasty things to here. She wondered if the safe word would work. He had warned it wouldn't but she could try. All that said, she was horny and needed her own release. All this before they had even got inside. She bit her lip and pushed back the tears. She stayed seated and said nothing. After a few minutes she realised they were sitting in the car and not going in.Again she wanted to ask what was going on but was a little scared to. She said, "Nice." We kept the same basic flow for the living room and dining room. The biggest difference is the size of the kitchen and the fact that all of the bedrooms are upstairs," John said."The kitchen is bigger?" Vicki asked.Leading her towards it, John said, "A lot bigger. It is a farm kitchen with lots of room for canning. It has a large walk-in pantry."Vicki was speechless when she saw the size of the kitchen. She said, "You weren't kidding when you said it was bigger. You could ride.