And from the sound of them, not far away. I couldtake off my heels and silently run. Now that I was in house itself, thefloors were no longer the jag...ed deterrent they were in the prisoncells or the tunnel. I turned my head for a quick moment to assess mychances. Curved or not, the hallway was too long, I may be spottedmaking my hasty retreat. I made an instant decision. Getting caughthere was highly dangerous. Getting caught running may be deadly so.I gathered my nerve, and strode forward. The next oddity is the strange brushing feeling I get on myshoulders and the tugging sensation I feel on my chest as Iget up. Two new experiences together, though still notenough to wake me fully as I stumble toward the privatebathroom just off our bedroom. Standing in front of themirror I look at the image of beauty before me, my "Asiandelight", the woman of my dreams, and suddenly I am shockedinto full realization that this is my reflection.At first I do the usual and look over my shoulder,. I now opened my eyes; I watched the imprint of his lips on my skin, lower down on to my left nipple, and his cool tongue running circles around my swollen skin. Sucking it, watching him gently pull my nipple away from me and then he pushed back on to my breast. I was now breathing harder, watching myself in the mirror; he was there in full form, not just a shadow or feeling. I saw his tanned skin wet from the shower, he looked to the mirror and smiled at me and continued to lower himself on to. “Oh, I won’t stop. Not until you come again. Are you going to come again?” “Yes! Oh…yes…” I let out a long moan as he continues those hard, deep thrusts. It just feels too amazing for words. “Oh, yeah…you like that?” he whispers fiercely. I can’t even speak, so I just keep moaning. He reaches down and grabs my legs, hooking them backward around his thighs. He thrusts into me another 10-12 strokes from this new angle, then he climbs up onto his desk, pushing me forward and then settling me onto.