.. or panties, nothing under my dress," she whispered while nibbling on Betsy's flushed ear. "I want you ... between my legs!"It didn't sound like a r...quest, but precisely like a demand. Betsy sat motionless in her chair trying desperately to think of something brilliant to do. She remembered the scene like it was yesterday. "Oh, gawd, not here," she moaned. "Please, Wendi, not here."All of a sudden Betsy had the awful feeling that she was wrong. Maybe the woman wasn't really doing anything. My mind cleared as I understood what had happen the bastard had d**gged me and was now taking advantage of my u*********s body. My arms were laying out to my sides, I reached up and gripped his biceps and tried to speak. The pain soared through my body as my nerves began to return to normal. I dug my fingers into his massive arms and tried to speak, I only babbled incoherently. Harry kissed my lips again and whispered 'yes, I know how much you like my dick in your ass...' I reached up and took. I worked late and stopped at a bar before going home. I needed a quick pick-me-up before grilling steaks for me and Felicia. Ashley said she had a date, and wouldn't be home for dinner. Yes, it was true. She had a date. It was with a man a dozen years older than her. She was sitting in a booth when I walked in, but she didn't see me. Ashley was drinking a cocktail and like a teenager, she laughed a lot making the stranger believe he was funny. Sixteen year olds were not legal, but Ashley could. "This comment pricked at the back of Kate’s neck, “You sound disappointed, boss."“Oh no."“Maybe you should be more specific with your orders, use your words to ask for what you want.”Ella grinned. She bit her lip. Noticed months ago, the effect this had. Sometimes she put more thought into the act of thinking over a difficult detail just to provoke a reaction. It worked like a charm every time.Which was good because she wanted Kate’s full attention as she dropped her dress to the floor..