To the right was the study. It would provide cover for him. They'd pass the doorway probably on their way to the kitchen or to the right to the flight...of stairs. Yes. The study was the best option.Inspecting the study, he was pleased to see a small window overlooking the drive. Perfect. Time to wait. His smile was grim and smug. He was very, very confident in his skills.BIANCA LEANED FORWARD, ELBOWS on the restaurant table, and stared out over the waterfront. Huge gleaming white super yachts. It's not like they're going to take you out and buy you dinner. I have kissed one of my friends before, but we were both drunk, and it didn't really do anything for me. Just then someone came up behind me, put one hand on my left tit, one hand between my legs, and whispered in my ear "relax baby, we're gonna have some fun tonight." I was so in shock I couldn't speak or move. It was that same sexy voice from before. She started playing with my nipple and rubbing my clit, and I was still frozen. " You can't say you haven't loved it with me. I dare you," Karen fixed Laura with her dark, glittering eyes."I... have loved it," Laura confessed. "But it's... so twisted. Why can't we have normal sex?" You have normal sex with everyone else," Karen breathed. "With me, you have exciting sex. Dangerous sex." You're telling me," Laura deadpanned. "What is it now?" I want you to fist me." To what?" To fist fuck me." God. Do you mean what I think you mean?"Karen grinned, a kind of lustful,. She worked with people every day that had kinks in their hoses. Some indulged them, some battled them, some denied them; all were aware of them and she got so she could almost classify each the second they walked into the store. It sounded like a satisfying business. After about an hour had passed Sal started coming back to life. “Does he always just collapse on the floor after sex?” I asked in a whisper. “Fucking is tough on his back. He has a screwed up spine and stretching out on the floor.