It wasn’t sexual; it was controlled erotica.ooOooAs my hand reached out for the handle, I found myself becoming highly aroused. A moist feeling spre...d down below and I could smell it. My nipples reacted as if it were a cold November night. I smiled as they poked through the thin fabric. In all honesty, the dress was an excuse for what I would ordinarily call, clothing.I twisted the handle and to my surprise the door creaked open. I stepped inside; pushing the door close as I let my bum lean. He walked down the dark hall, into her moonlit room, and then lowered her to her bed.A needy whimper escaped her when he released her nipple. That was rapidly followed by a gasp when he yanked his shirt over his head. The pale skin of his sculpted chest seemed to almost glow in the moonlight. When he stepped forward, with his legs against the edge of her bed, and reached for the waist of her pants, she let out an oh of disbelieving anticipation.Tony unhooked the buttons with graceful twists of. He did this quite often. He would set up a date for me, and he would have the person tell me what they paid for the date. It was usually something quite insignificant, like helping Jeff out with a job or something like that. It always humiliated me to know that there were people out there ready to do anything that Jeff asked for, because they knew they would get a sure shot at me. Some of the guys that took me out made sure to tell me what they had done to get me, and what they expected me to. The rain had past early in the evening and the world was crisp and clean. The sky was crystal clear. It usually was with virtually no stray light to interfere, but this night seemed especially so and he considered that the rain had clean the air of dust in the process. The stars were like he might never had seen them, the moon bright like it was standing guard over their world.He heard some rustling below the grounds and across the valley. Maybe a searching coyote. He used to fret over the.