‘I thought you were pissed off. Especially at your ex and me.’ Sighing, she flattened herself on my chest and tongued my lips. My hands on her hip... kept us tight. She was concentrating on volleys of little squeezes, but said, ‘Andrew, if you are my new boyfriend, there are bound to be fights.’ I ran my fingers up and down her back and she shivered. ‘God, you are turning me on. Maybe you can help with a problem.’ I sat us up on the edge of the bed, still coupled. ‘What?’ Her ample breasts were. I am a married woman what was I thinking. But my mouth was getting wet. I couldn't stop looking at it, maybe I really did want to suck this mans cock. Why was my pussy getting so wet?"SUCK MY FUCKING COCK YOU SLUT BITCH." His voice struck fear through my veins. This guy was serious."Only if you promise not to hurt me and let me go," I said."Don't worry babe you'll be just fine, now start sucking."Why was I starting to get so turned on about the thought of being a whore for this disgusting. ”Our study group pretty much broke up after that. We gathered our things together and figured out who was riding with whom for those of us who didn’t have cars. Livy offered to give Brittany a ride home after she gave each of us a meaningful kiss. Beca said she was staying with Joan for a while. Just then Rachel’s phone chimed and she looked at a text message from her mom. She held it over for me to see.“We’re at the Hopkins. Come over after your study group. We’ll have dinner here.”“Hmm.. His extra thirty centimetres making all the difference although he did have to tilt forward and lean against Daisy’s back. “Sorry” Marcus said smiling at his travel mate. His smile said he was not sorry at all. Daisy turned slightly towards him, her hand lightly on his side for balance, and said thanks. But it was no normal thanks. It was a ‘thanks’ dripping in suggestion. It was her smile that accompanied it. It was the tone of the ‘thanks’. It was the hand on his side as she said it. “No.