She wants this. She wants it the way a man in the dessert wants a drink of water. She has wanted nothing else for sometime now. I can sense the burnin... hunger for me and her battle to suppress it rolling off of her as we lay together talking."Amy will kill me if she finds out." Fear and desire war within her, driving out all other concerns she uses her past experiences and thinks hard of the ‘what ifs.’ The ‘what ifs’ disappear like smoke in the wind before her desire. Her face blushes with her. My finger work was having the desired effect as slowly my two fingers began moving in and out of her with growing ease until I was able to pump her hard and fast enough so that Rachel was forced to close her eyes and little out continuous little gasps. I was time Rachel had some fat cock in her mouth instead of her receiving the pleasure.I stood up and leant back against the desk and she opened her eyes looking first at her vacant pussy and then up at me as if I was going to immediately bury. The torment of the whole mystery was that she could never really tell him goodbye. In his presence she had to be cold-hearted. It was self-preservation. He never took her seriously, he just expected her to always be there. It was enough to make her feel hollow inside. She needed him so she could breathe, but feared that he poisoned her with each breath. How could a man do this? Did he even know that he was killing her, slowly, a little every time? Of course he didn’t know. He only knew his own. Madam?" Lizzy answered with a sway of her hand and a smile on her face. I answered "No thank you" so the dance went on and I wanted to go for a smoke outside to get away from everyone. When i was out there smoking away the waiter walked up to me and said "excuse me do you have a match i can have?" I turn to face the man and i said "I'm sorry i don't but i do have a lighter if thats is any help to you?" say this as i pulled it out my pocket. The guy took m lighter and light up a fag of his own..