This whole situation was getting old. Really old.She bit her lip, trying to decide if there was something she wasn’t seeing. Something that had slip...ed her mind. Hadn’t she made it perfectly clear? She’d remain elusive to him in the daylight hours, but at night— That was their time to play. Her fists clenched in an attempt to relieve the tension she felt, but it wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be, not until he was there with her. Taking her. Using her. If not, then what was the point of it all?In. I placed my fingertips in the center of one of her palms, and I slowly stroked her skin from her palm down to the inside of her elbow. She quivered."I don't know what's happening," she said. "That felt like you were touching me inside my vagina."I touched her lips with a fingertip. "We'll get there," I said. "There's no hurry."Gently I caressed her lips, stroking her hair with my other hand. And then I traced her eyebrows and touched her temples and held her face between my hands. "I want this. I asked him in & could feel his eyes surveying me as were mine on him,i showed him to the kitchen & offered him a brew which he declined so i asked him cheekily if there was anything else i could get for him,he looked me up & down & said "not at the moment." I left him to get on with his work whilst i paraded in & out pretending to look important,he was so damn hot & i intended to have my way with him one way or another,i went to the other room & picked up some paper's & returned as i did he. Hadn’t she just told him she didn’t have anything to wear while building sets?“Oh all right!” she said, snatching the pants from his hand.“You can change behind the curtain,” he said, still holding out the shirt.“I’m not changing my clothes with you here!” she snorted.“Can I ask you a question?” Bobby was staring at her.“All right.”“I know you’re beautiful and all that,” he said calmly. “And I’m sure that men pay a lot of attention to you, but why is it that you seem to think that all I’m.