He shifted his duffle around on his shoulder and glanced at his watch. He had about thirty minutes until Hermione showed up. Hopefully that would gi...e him time enough to get everything set up. He wished he’d gotten here earlier so he could have at least dropped all this in the room before hand, but screwing his wife was a better reason than most for being late. Glad that no one had asked what was in the bag, he checked it again: candles, bottle of lotion, Hermione’s favorite love song CD,. She got a taste of how delicious and wonderful it was as, in the dark of night, her fingers had slipped between her legs and played with her teenaged clitty until she felt the release that was required so she could actually get to sleep.She blushed with embarrassment and dropped her arm as she realized what was happening. Mrs. Miller chose that particular time to say, "Thank you, Mr. Hawkins. I'll expect those reports in a day or two." I promise," said Bob, looking earnest. His eyes went from. ...you don't have to pity me," you mutter, and I pull away, offended."Do you think I'm doing this out of pity?" I ask, getting off of your lap and sitting down, my shirt in my hands. I look away, biting my lip."No! I just...can't believe you'd want me like this. And you have a boyfriend, so we shouldn't....but I want to!" you stammer, and you grab my hand. I look at you, then look away again.You kiss my cheek sheepishly, and push me back onto your pillow. You then take my shirt from my hands. If he were feeling generous, the sight of the vibrator would be a good one. But he’s not feeling generous tonight.‘Let’s make a deal,’ I say, trying to sound imperious as he crouches down to bind the vibrator to my thigh. ‘You get this little power trip over and done with quickly and I’ll let you fuck me.’ My voice strains toward the end as he presses the vibrator firmly against my clit. He hasn’t even turned it on, but my hips rock against it automatically, desperate for some friction.‘You’ll.