"She struggled, but I was too strong for her. My body guided her to our bedroom. As we walked I felt her breasts through her shirt. "I love when you w...imper like that when I squeeze your nipple," I whispered into her ear as I guided her along."I was at the bar tonight," I spit in her ear. "Did you really not notice me or did you just pretend? Of course, you are such a whore when you go out I may have just blended in with the rest of the guys. You are a filthy little whore aren't you?"We crossed. He figured it was clear then, though he never heard the door close and was worried that it was that nameless beauty come to reclaim her pantyhose. Thinking of her acusing him, shaming him, calling him a perve had him erect again, his cock pressed up and the stocking fell into the tent that was created in the process touching his cock dr****g over his balls, the sensation was smooth, and alluring. He took a deep breath and crept out the door, crept up the stairs and turned the corner. He saw the. Grasping your ankles and slowly raising my hands upward, passing your calves, to your knees and to lightly scratch the backs, up your thighs, feeling your little quivers of anticipation and the flexing of your muscles, I approach my goal. I want to run my thumbs over the junction of your thighs and your body, around and over your swollen mound. I want to feel your softness, your warmth, and, yes, your wetness, your sign of your readiness. Slipping my hands and arms between your legs you will be. “What can I say, Pens?” He shrugged, “You’re a muse. You inspired me. Here I’ve been chipping away at this thing for weeks. Ever since that first night at Marie’s,” he combed a shaky hand through his hair, “And I’ve tried to ignore it. I’ve had some girls come through and sit for me. They’re good,” he frowned, “They are. But they aren’t you.”My fire dimmed a little, doused by something like sympathy. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to believe what he was saying.“It’s frustrating, you know?.