I’ve admired you from afar for so long,” he whispered, a hand gently exploring my exposed, sweaty flesh. "Tonight, I couldn't resist any longer. Y...u were so lost in your music, in your dance, I had to join you."I turned to finally look at his face. Oh my God. My stalker was Joseph Pierre, the famous star of the New York Ballet. Why is he here with me? What could he want with me?I was so overwhelmed, tears trickled and then flowed down my face. "Please, please don't cry. I am so sorry. I didn't. As your mouth reaches my neck, you lean back slightly and look me directly in the eyes as you slowly, teasingly start to push one, then two fingers into my hot, wet box. My eyelids flutter with barely contained pleasure as you start to pump your fingers in and out – letting your thumb rub against my clit. You love watching me…as I squirm underneath your talented, controlling hand. Knowing that I want so much more from you only increases your pleasure. You put one of your legs over mine –. The clerk apparently thought the discussion was finished. He punched buttons on the register."Fifty-eight, thirty-seven," he said. "You need batteries?"Claire shoved three twenties at him and said, "No. We're in a hurry." If you're in a hurry you should make sure you have batteries," he said. He lifted the rabbit. "Especially with this one."They left with an ample supply of batteries and the clerk's, "Thank you ladies. Have fun," ringing in Claire's ears."Considering what we just went through,. Oh, and in walked K wearing a black pushup bra and panties. I was realizing she and M were far closer than I realized and like two peas in the same pod. I also realized that while M and I felt very comfortable with each other and enjoyed the time we spent together as well as some of the best sex imaginable, she was perfectly happy play with or without me. I could fuck and cum three times in an evening and probably 5 times from the time I woke up in the morning until I went to bed that night..