Laura felt those so familiar tantalising sensations rising inside her. Those sexual needs that lay just under the surface of her being. She longed to ...ell him to plough deeper with his tongue, with his fingers, God, with any part of him. But he was the boss. Next steps would be timed by decisions made by him. That was their agreement.Patience, Laura, patience, it would happen.Sure enough, within seconds, just as she’d hoped, while his tongue licked deeper through her moist petals to seek out. She moans, and god, her voice is perfect, her orgasm sounds just like her singing voice. She starts swaying her hips back and forth, and soon my mouth is covered in her wetness.Then, she starts sitting over my cock, and she rides it so, so fast and powerfully we could hear the clapping of her butt against my legs. She touches and twists her nipples, while she caresses her pussy, and she keeps looking at me, with that smirk. I’m just, not really involved in anything, she does it all for me.. But that invite didn’t come on this night. ‘Why don’t you like me, Henry?’ ‘I don’t know what you mean, Jess. I like you fine.’ ‘I don’t mean like me, Henry. I mean LIKE me.’ Oh. ‘I don’t know you well enough to LIKE you, Jesse. It’s not like we’ve spent a ton of time together talking and getting to know one another.’ ‘And whose fault is that? I’ve been trying to get you to come out with me for two years, and every time it’s ‘I got things to do and I have to get up early’.’ ‘Both of. "Drama is about commitment. It's about leaving your ego outside. It's a lot more than just putting on an act. And the act that you're putting on right now is pretty poor."I simply hung my head, without even bothering to challenge him.He continued. "When one person has lower energy, it lowers the energy of the whole class. You're really undermining drama right now, and I need you to stop that."I sighed. There was no way I could contest him without looking like more of an asshat than I already.