Her lips pressed on his with a hot force, her breath hot on his, her arms squeezing him tightly. Her scent all around him was intoxicating. He felt hi... cock growing hard again, felt it press against her leg, he knew she could feel it too. Somehow, his mouth was open. He felt the soft wetness of her tongue inside his mouth, gingerly probing into him. Tony had only ever seen this in movies, he could not remember how it was done, all he was conscious of was the overwhelming desire he felt. His. The hollow ache returned. But somehow it seemed more dulled than before. She smiled to herself. Perhaps in a week or two, it would be completely gone. She knew she would always have memories of Frank, a few good, mostly bad. But that was as it should be. To forget the hurt and the pain, that was the way it was supposed to be too.She glanced across the tent to her unfinished packing chore. Sooner or later, she would have to rise and complete the task and start back home.Home? She shook her head.. At my reaction, she gave a dry grin. "Yes, that's another reason I'm glad you're on board. You're a little more... High-profile than he is." I guess the other question is... Why me?" I looked up from the floor at Dr. Zelvetti. "You have to know how hard it was for me to get out of the Hole. And how much closer I get to it, just having to deal with Arie. It's a slippery slope. Honestly, you're threatening my peace of mind." I said it, not as a threat, but as a simple fact. Because it was.Dr.. In real Misha loved me more than in the pictures. He ran over to me and smiled appraisingly stepped aside, inviting enter. And I went. The door closed behind me and I was in the apartment of my reader, who was sure that I experienced slut and who invited me to her just for that. And I understand it - who can come on a first date night to the man in the frankly whorish outfit - just a whore. It is not strange, but I did not feel any fear or strong emotion, she surprised her courage. I saw that.