"For two cents I'd..." he said thinking of bending her tiny ass over the table and fucking her teasing ass until one of them died."What?" she knew he ...as slowly beginning to weaken."You're nothing but a fuc ... teaser," he said watching her pretty face, hoping that he could last the night without jumping her. She always had a strange power over him and still did after ten years."But, in the end ... I always made things right. Didn't I?"'Yes, you did, ' he thought remembering all the times she. It hadbeen a long day, a couple people had been giving me trouble as theyspotted the new underwear Rachel had suggested poking out from the topsof my new, stylish jeans. I don't know what their problems were, I ammy own person after all, I can wear whatever I want. When I got home,Jack was there, of course, cooking dinner."Mmmm. Smells good Jack, what ya making?" I asked but Jack just staredback like I had insulted him. "Yo, earth to Jack" I said and he snappedout of it."Sorry," he started,. Maybe it was one of his faults but he hated to see people sad. He had packed a variety of things in his bag, some naughty and some nice, as he still wasn’t really sure what she would be like in person. He slowly locked the door behind him and set off to the airport, arriving quickly and checking in he left his luggage and went to the bar, getting a quick drink in before the flight to calm his nerves. Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror he wondered what she would think of him when she. She didn’t stop herself from leaning into the soft caress, nuzzling her face against his hand, her eyes lowered. He gingerly let her wrist go, both of his hands moving down to grasp the hem of her nightshirt, whisking it off over her head before she had a chance to protest. She started to cover her breasts with her hands but he wouldn’t let her…placing her hands at her sides before his fingertips moved along her collarbone softly. She felt him rest his thumb against the hollow at the base of.