She kissed me right on the lips several times while her right hand remained down on my pussy. She rubbed it in rough, but still pleasurable strokes. W... locked eyes. "What the fuck is wrong with you? If you wanted to have sex with me, why the hell didn't you say something?" she pondered, shoving her fingers into my slit. "I didn't develop a crush until last night, bitch," I groaned back, before my fingers slithered their way onto her beaver. "Well, rub my snatch hard and make it raw. I won't. ‘Do you know what I came for?’ said the man, again directly into her right ear. Jillian was terrified and was only able to cry. Receiving no response, the stranger calmly repeated the question, pushing the blade of the knife harder into her neck. This forced an answer out of her and she squeaked out, ‘No!’ ‘I’ve come for only one thing,’ whispered the intruder. ‘Pleasure.’ The full blast of what the intruder meant hit Jillian hard, as if someone kicked her in the guts. She tried to squirm out. Jill leaned back against the kitchen worksurface and the way she stood seemed to accentuate her cleavage and shorten the skirt, revealing her wonderful, smooth thighs.“Whats wrong Steve, don’t you like what you’re seeing” she giggled “Friday night you were all for taking me to bed with you”.He walked over and stood in front of her, his cock now straining at the leash in his shorts.“Are you saying what I think you’re saying sweetie”By way of an answer Jill reached down into his shorts and took. My mind was full of such contradictions.Dinner was as strained as usual, we couldn’t go to an upmarket restaurant because of what Graham was wearing and Graham was already taking work calls between courses to disrupt any chance of cosy relationship chats. We both washed down our pizza and tiramisu with plenty of red wine which at least raised the spirits of the restaurant owner and then staggered sensibly merry back to our apartment for our last night.As we walked through the still warm air,.