.her heart rate increasing as she did so. The reply was almost instant...'no fuckin problem darlin' Well that's that then, she smiled to herself inw...rdly. Geordie watched Lesley climb into her car and drive away. She looked happy. His thoughts returned to his problem with her new found sexual desire, but seeing her so apparently happy, now made him think that he was exaggerating it. If she's happy...why shouldn't he be. If she's getting fucked five times a day...so what. She's not sixteen any. A soft, tender one. She came away smiling. "I'm glad you're back," she said as she slipped out of my bed and headed for the door. Just before leaving the room, she added, "Mostly." # An army of servants in black livery, faces hidden by masks, milled about the backyard, carrying trays of hors d'oeuvres and drinks. There were also masked women dancing on poles and in cages. A few belly dancers made their way around the yard. None were hard on the eyes, but they appeared to be mortal. Jack's. I whimpered, wanting that caress again, sighing when rewarded by it and then another until I gripped the desk. I made sure to compose my noises, almost breaking my silence with a muffled scream as you made love to my cunt with your mouth.When I was good and slick is when you left it only to replace your tongue with your fingers, teasing me by thrusting them in and out in a pale imitation of what I really craved. The better I behaved, the better my reward. I could hear you adjusting, pulling. At length, I resorted to the only present remedy, that of vain attempts at digitation, where the smallness of the theatre did not yet afford room enough for action, and where the pain my fingers gave me, in striving for admission, tho' they procured me a slight satisfaction for the present, started an apprehension, which I could not be easy till I had communicated to Phoebe, and received her explanations upon it.The opportunity, however, did not offer till next morning, for Phoebe did not come.