"Ohhh God! Ummm, OK, let her in, stay with her and stay at the door while she's here. She shouldn't be trouble, but I owe her this much." Jared said t...ntatively.Not knowing her state of mind Jared wondered if he were to send her away what she might do. He didn't need the distraction or embarrassment during the game. As he pored over possibilities of her reason to show up today he heard the click of heels in the hallways and the instructive voice of the guard showing her the way.He looked at as. She found her latest novel and curled her feet under her, slipping off high heels she didn't realize she was wearing.Mrs. Jones awoke with a start. Was that the doorbell? She stretched her legs out, curling her toes in the process, and slipped her heels back on her bare feet. At that point, there was an obvious knock at the door and she peeked out the peephole; sure enough, there was Doug, bearing flowers.She opened the door, but her body language made it clear that he was not yet welcome. “Please” she said with half-open eyes. “Please… we must… I must…” “I can’t do this, Billie. This is not different from a rape. You shouldn’t need to…” But she was not hearing me. She raised one of her legs above me and brought me between her legs again, pulling me to herself. “Please.” And our position was so suited for a penetration that I couldn’t find the same strength of will again. I was standing next to the sofa and she laid there holding me between her legs, her hand on my neck. Her. She glanced over at Antonio still laying back on the couch. He watched, eyes fixed on hers. Lust burned in their depths. Engulfing her in a fiery hot passion. He was enjoying this. She wanted to please him, make him happy. It was written all over his body she was doing just that. His left arm rested behind his head, supporting it against the couch’s back. He rubbed his stiffening cock through the material of his pants with his other. Back and forth along the thick outline, tweaking the head.