You open the hotel room door using the key card that I dropped off to your work inside a birthday card earlier in the day. Walking in, you find me exactly as you want: on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed facing away from the door. Black lace underwear. You’d told me what you expected to arrive to. I’d sent you photos to make sure I was meeting your standards and also to tease you throughout the day. I don’t loo...