Before sitting down she lightly kissed Becca. With her face inches away from Becca’s, Anna complemented Becca. “Very well done Becca,” she said....She lowered her voice to just above a whisper and as she stared into her eyes, and said, “You listen to me and obey me well. It is very important to me that you do what I tell you immediately and without question. When you behave this way you make me want to give you pleasure.”Anna sat down on the bar stool. She placed one hand on Becca’s cheek and. As she does so her arse touches my knee, but she doesn’t flinch. She stands up, turns towards me and smiles for the first time I’ve ever seen her. “Here,” she says. “This looks more like it.” We go through the box together and eventually I find a mention of old Walter. “Yay,” Nora says, and touches me on the wrist. “Didn’t I see you at the castle last week at the Bach concert?” “Yeah,” I say. “I wrote about it for the arts page but they didn’t use it because there wasn’t room.” Nora touches. The friction of his jeans against my bare pussy makes me need his cock more. And then his lips are at my ear, his tongue finding the one spot that seems to have a direct line to my pussy. He’s telling me to beg for it, and God help me, I can’t stop myself. I need to feel this man inside me and plead for him to give me what I need. I reach for his zipper, but I only find in the next moment they’re pinned to the wall beneath his hand. My back arches away from the wall as his mouth sucks my. Her legs still pumping up and down the imaginary stairs...I saw her healthy breasts held tight and firm inside her pink bra...barely moving. But there was enough heft there that I knew they would be more than a handful. That’s when everything fell apart. She caught my eye. Well...she caught my eye NOT looking at her eyes...but looking at her breasts. I looked away, embarrassed. Dammit. She kept working out as I went back to the showers to get cleaned up. I opened the door to the single.