..... why aren't they falling, doesn't anyone want her? Why do all the guys she knows treat her like a “good girl”? Why, What makes them think tha... I am a good girl? Just once I wish someone would just let me get wild, treat me like a slut, make me beg for them. But I've never been anything but a fucking dinner date. Where are the animals I keep hearing about. She likes to come here early like this because no one else is ever around. That way she can vent and no one has to listen, not that. Cassie laughs at what he has said and replies, "I thought we were past shaking hands."Her hand touches his crotch, and then she turns and walks towards his office. He follows while wiping his greasy hands quickly onto a rag. Leon is a little unsure as they walk into the office and says, "I've got the paper work right here on this shipment." He reaches onto his desk and picks up the papers before turning to Cassie. Cassie is on her knees in front of him which catches him by surprise. Looking up. ‘We go somewhere almost every Friday night,’ she had countered. ‘Sometimes out to dinner, sometimes a movie, sometimes a play, sometimes a drive up into the mountains…’ ‘This time, it will be something a bit different,’ I had said. ‘You’ll need to pack an overnight bag.’ ‘It isn’t camping, is it?’ ‘No,’ I had replied with a laugh. ‘No camping.’ As the door to the suite locked behind me, I set the suitcases down, smiling to myself as I watched my fiancée slowly move around the front room,. His lips plied mine expertly until my mouth opened, surrendering to his kiss. I'd like to say I almost resisted what happened, but I didn't. I eagerly threw my arms around him and kissed backed hungrily. The feel of his hardening erection through his shorts pushing against my stomach was a symbol of his desire for me. That I caused it so easily made me want him and it more. I easily forgot where we were as the pent up desire I had for him from our nights of phone sex begged for more. He guided.