She neither utter a word and nor tried to pull her hand back. I look straight into her eyes and keep my other hand on her thighs. She was wearing a si...k suit and salwar so mere touch of her thighs drives me crazy. Her thighs were so smooth and silky that I pretended to bite them. Once again without any word I look straight into her eyes and keep caressing my hand on her thighs. She was still smiling and enjoying the developments. That much of instances were enough for me to pull her on the sofa. She watched the traffic, the people on the streets, the mountain in then distance. Her childish curiosity was impressive to me. But sometimes her eyes became sad and she sighed. She envied these “normal” people outside. “Peter, I have to tell you something,” she said and turned on one side to look at me. Her shirt twisted around her waist, giving me a view of her private parts. She quickly covered herself and continued:” I think our relations must change.” “What do you mean?” I asked worriedly.. Tears ran down her cheeks — humiliation never had a more perfect stage."Hi, girls," Angique said in a friendly voice. She walked a few feet behind Alicia, swaying on nylon legs in high-heeled ankle boots. A leather vest lay loosely draped over her shoulders. She smiled, eyes hidden by Ray-Ban shades. The fingers of her raised hand did a little dance of casual greeting when she passed the speechless duo.The cool foyer behind the entrance was mercifully empty. Alicia walked across its marble. I slid my hand toward my centre, hovering over my mons and feeling the warmth emanating from within. So ready. I paused. Something stopped me, I wasn’t sure what. I held my breath, trying to get a handle on the interruption, body aching to respond to my touch yet suddenly second fiddle to curiosity. Was my super-sensitive hearing playing tricks on me? No, there it was again. My heart rate quickened several beats at the squeak of a bedspring from a nearby room. I had a decision to make: stay.