’ Sounds good. I slipped the card back into the blues. My hand followed over the top of the card and my fingers bent up in between her lips forcing ...he plastic against her clit. Oh the lube flowed! You leaned into me and bit my shoulder. I then pushed you against the cold door. ‘ENOUGH! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!’ Never before has a door opened so quickly. You slammed the door and pushed me toward the bedroom. Shoving me onto the bed you ripped off the blues. Like a panther you attacked my beltpulling. "Now is not the time for that" hetold himself as he felt the first indications of restraint on hiserection. "The last thing I need at this moment is to be turned on forwhat I am about to do" he thought as he try to will his erection away.He closed his eyes and focused his concentration on his job for a fewminutes and that provided him the calming effect he needed beforestarting on his 'homework' as Princess Dee had called it.Then with a deep sigh he entered 'oral sex techniques' into Google. My teeth nipped at its tip. I fluttered my tongue against his. He applied pressure to the back of my neck and combed his fingers through my hair. And for his piece de resistance, he licked the sweat that had beaded over my breasts while discreetly fingering me under the table. There had to be those voyeurs with a clear view of what was going on between us.Looking down, I saw his hand working me by candlelight. The back of it made a visible bulge under the filmy material of my sundress. He. PerhapsI'll be delivered to some kinky downtown bordello to work as a tgurlwhore. Maybe I'll be delivered to be some powerful man's arm candytrophy wife. Or maybe the body servant of some powerful businesswomanwho's tired of dealing with men who only want her money. My mind reelsat the possibility of becoming part of some Arab prince's harem. Such astereotypical fantasy but I linger in it for a while imagining I can feelthe desert heat upon my sensitive flesh already.I float on this way for.