Putting her fingers back to the keys, she squirmed in her seat, trying to scratch the itch that she had initiated.A slow grin formed as she fought the...urge to play rather than type. Deleting everything she had started to write, she began again. This time, she wrote about being forced to cum over and again, forced to masturbate until her arms were limp. She included as much detail as she could come up with, throwing in heated adjectives that she was sure would stir him into at least taking her. I’m not with all the fancy publishers. I’m an editor, like a lackey or serf. Important people deal with authors and the media. I deal with books. Books are simple. Words are easy. Words never decide to randomly stop paying you.The elevator door to the fifth floor opens, and I step out without thinking. I look around and wish I’d stayed in. The whole floor is blacked out. I see a few lights in a couple of the offices flickering, but other than that, it’s like I’ve come in the middle of the night. She used to wear low skirts, chudidars, jeans and t-shirts sometimes. These were considered mod in those days.My aunt entrusted her the task of taking me to the club, library and to introduce me to her friends. I easily passed for their younger brother and they mingled with me well. I was given an independent room in a portion which is separated from the main house. I never slept alone and I was afraid. The room had many windows and the breeze used to make them flutter and this terrified me.. Now and then she would take her fingers and smear them with the juices of her pussy. After Mrs. Jones got them wet she’d slip them in her mouth and pretend they were a cock! As she pounded her pussy and sucked on the make believe cock Mrs. Jones was fast approaching an orgasm! – – – – – Rob and Bill arrived home and parked Rob’s car. Rob, “You remember how we got Mrs. Zamora to take us both?” “Yeah, how could I forget? That was the best piece of ass I’ve ever had!” Rob, “Well tonight’s going to.