I wanted to go back to vanilla sex and quiet close loving. But John had seen that spot on my soul that still enjoyed what was happening. He knew that ...f it was teased right, it could take over. I found I could enjoy many aspects of the situation.The draw of the 'secret' power I had over Suze was strong. I could stop things if I wanted. My voyeurism was being sated via John's videos. That night I got to actually see Suze in action at the bookstore and strip club was a bonus beyond the videos.. Me: anything further than this?She (she knew what I meant but she wasn’t showing it): means what?Me: you know what I mean.She: no. Only this much.Me: okay.And continued with our work. As I was taller than her we were facing difficulties while kissing, so I just rested my ass on the table to come to her height. We were in the room for around 7-8 minutes. This thing also continued for a couple of days, we used to come to the office a little earlier so that we can have more time to enjoy. Girls gripped in that dizzying state of first passion don't think of such things. I grew to hate the false little grimace on the weatherman's face as he tut-tutted about yet another stalled front "just in time for our weekend, I'm afraid."But no amount of precipitation could quench the combustion those four nights with Mike had kindled. Behind a locked door in the lightning splashed darkness, I tossed clothes impatiently aside, queued visions from our depraved mirror game, and knelt at the side. With my right arm encircling her, I lean her back slightly and kiss her solidly on the lips. She reacts with fire, forcing her tongue into my mouth, playing tag with mine.With my left hand, I reach out and cup her right breast. A small moan enters my mouth from hers and I feel her nipple become instantly hard. I roll the bud between my thumb and forefinger under her shirt, feeling the tension inside.Suddenly she sits back, pulling away from me. I think I have gone too far, but she reaches down.