"Alexandra can't seem to get enough of you. When our newly over-sexed chief executive comes to visit you at night, she is already horny. Her cunt has ...een juicing up for hours in anticipation of getting a good reaming from your long stiff woman-pleaser. To everyone else, Alexandra is a cold, hard taskmistress. For you, she's a playmate. She only wants to please you so you will keep putting it to her. She dresses up in baby-doll nighties, and pulls them up, begging you to fondle her pussy. She. To say she was sexy was an understatement. She wasn’t sexy because she happened to be beautiful. Her beauty was part of the package but it certainly wasn’t the only ingredient in her intoxicating blend of charms. She oooooooozed sticky, sweet sensuality and feminine mystique. That, combined with an odd elixir of pheromones, created a persona so confident, intelligent, and so goddamn unapologetic in the space she took up on earth that she was like a Goddess. Every step she took was. I began to rub myself rougher. It felt so good…just like Laz made me feel. I took my other hand and slid it Down my sweats too. I took my index finger and pushed it inside of me. I kept perfect rhythm with both of my hands as I worked my pussy. I closed my eyes and I saw Laz looking at me with those sex eyes. I could hear the echo of that grunt of his. I stuck two fingers inside of me now. I began to go faster as harder. I moaned louder as I kept going. My heart was racing as I rubbed my clit. Even through the misery of telling Barb it was over, telling their kids – who were not surprised – meeting with lawyers, dividing up their belongings…none of it had compared with the anguish that been eating at him since saying goodbye to Eve. He’d about fallen out of his chair when he saw her text, his fingers dialing her number before his brain had a chance to catch up. Two days later he was waiting for her at the rail station in Leicester, obsessively straightening his clothes and smoothing.