My eyes linger on your erect cock for too long, “Beg for it, you slut.” Whimpers escape past my lips and my hands reach out for you. I have to tou...h you. I need to touch you. “I said, beg for it.” “Please, Sir. Please let me touch your hard cock! I need to feel you inside of me now! Please...” You lunge at me, rip open the front of my sheer black tights, wrap one of your hands around my exposed throat and use the other to dig your fingers into my hip bone as you thrust and force yourself into. At this moment I wasnt sure what would happen next! I started to say something as she did, I Im so- I didnt mean- I… Its, What jus- you go first! Im sorry Lydia I didnt mean for that to happen!. Its fine… WHAT exactly just happened? she asked. I thought about lieing to her. Telling her an absurd lie that maybe, just maybe she would believe. She looked at me and said something that shocked me, Dont even think about it! I know enough to see that your penis is hard and Im the reason! I saw you. I open the window and cool air rushes over me. Wipes ensure I won’t have a wet patch on my dress when I sit down, while pocket deodorant and a spritz of perfume deal with any aromatic evidence. My lipstick is a touch ragged, but that’s only to be expected and easily fixed. Foundation and other products were applied with this activity in mind – which is to say they’re quality, waterproof, and haven’t slid off in the heat of summer exertion.And my shiny black bob is still perfect… almost. Given. You win,” I sighed.“Steve Adams! Jessica could still be in Indianapolis doing her Residency there! How much would you have liked THAT?”“I said ‘you win’,” I said, certain that I sounded as annoyed as I actually was. “What do you want from me?”“Right now? Probably to turn around and go home before we turn the next corner. And to skip breakfast. You’re in such a mood right now that you’d blow apart our relationship with Jessica because you think that she hurt your feelings. Feelings that never.