He was ready to come and he hadn’t even begun yet. Mitch gently stroked the inside of her legs and watched her part her thighs for hi... in invitation. His face was at the same level as her sex and he could smell her arousal. He darted his tongue out and licked at her scrap of lace. He could taste her already and he heard her soft moan as she leaned over a little and put her hands on his shoulders. His fingers gripped the lacy sides and slid them down her legs and helped. “You sadistic bitch! You think you can just control my fucking life like this?! Well, fuck you! I’m not going this and you’re -““Yes, you, are!” I felt the bite in her words, the sheer force that silenced my voice before I could even retaliate, leaving me frozen. How the hell does she even do that? “You will go to the date with him. And you will hide your gender. Do I make myself clear?!”Damn it. God damn it, I hate this. I hated her voice so much and how compliant it was making me. Like some. Grinning, I nibbled the sensitive spot on his shoulder.He groaned and shifted his body.When I looked at him, his eyes were closed, but he had a smile on his face.As I continued to luxuriate in him, caressing his skin with warm kisses and teasing him with tender nips, his soft moans filled my ears and pulled at depths inside me that were only his to reach, until a yell from outside brought us both down to earth."Virginia!" Joyie was practically screaming my name. "Open up, Judas!" Something. Theyappeared at about eleven-thirty demanding access to the 'crime scene',as their CSIs insisted on calling it. That was worrying, as wethought it was accepted that this was an accidental death. I hopedthat it was just another example of one hand not knowing what theother was doing. In any case they spent more than an hour crawlingall over the drawing room. When they eventually departed, theydeclared the room available to us again, so that I, the maid, couldbegin tidying up. Thanks.I.