I undid the bikini strap and slid the top off, placing it to the side. I closed my eyes gently and imagined Eric. Him coming over to me, resting his h...nd on my thigh, edging slowly further up, massaging me as he did. I opened my eyes lazily. I could feel hands roaming my body. I'd recognise those hands anywhere.I glanced up. Eric was resting on his side, now massaging my naked back, every now and then having a quick feel of my firm arse. He didn't seem to notice me look up. I rested my head. ‘Sure,’ I said, ‘if I think it is going somewhere.’ ‘Where would you like it to go?’ she asked, opening her legs a bit further. ‘If we didn’t work together, I would like it to go much further,’ I felt myself being restrained by those sexual harassment voices in my head. ‘Are you afraid?’ she asked. Her right hand dropped to her thigh and I watched as it started stroking her thigh slowly. My phone rang. We both jumped and I picked up the receiver. It was a client who was asking about some. ‘I am calm down , jeez’ he mumbled realizing he was standing in the middle of the kitchen just watching her, then walked over to get the rice and fried chicken he prepared earlier and join her. ‘Damn, you zone out just as bad as my brother,’ she said with a smile stating she was kidding. ‘This is some good food, I’m surprised, who taught you?’ She asked curiously seeing him sit across from her. ‘Mostly my grandma, she liked to cook for my brother and I so she taught me a bunch of stuff.’ He. I haven't seen her again. She tore out of there carrying her clothes, and she won't even talk to Bettina on the phone. It's a damned shame; she's a cute little bitch."Lauralee licked tenderly over the distended bulb, running her tongue below it where the small pouch of scar tissue was very soft. "Bettina said you practically raped her."Chris grunted. "I had to. There was my girl's forbidden cunt, gleaming up at me all wet and golden, and those hard, pink nipples, and that delicate, babyish.