"His voice sounded so small, as though he barely had the air to make the words come. He wanted her to move closer, to take the box and hurl it into th... trash and assure him she could never go to him again. Instead she looked down at the box as though sizing its dimensions. Steven shivered as he imagined she was guessing its contents."You don't have to go. He can't force you."She began to go to him, then stopped after several steps, lowering her head as she spoke. Her robe was undone, and parted. I want my own private fashion show. I want to ravish youwith my eyes first and later maybe I'll ravish you properly. She leeredlasciviously. Is that OK with you?" I'd love to try on a lot of the stuff we bought, and I can't think ofanything better than showing it to you. Should I make us something toeat first?" Tanya, the only thing I want to eat tonight is you. Come on, I told youI had a lovely dress for you. Let's go and get it."We went upstairs and she got out a gorgeous fire-engine red. I felt my throat tighten and my face burn.Ben slowly stroked his cock with gentle strokes that were designed not so much to excite him as me. It was working, and it was obvious to Ben that it was working. I was completely focused on his beautiful shaft and I wanted to touch it again, to feel it, to take it in my mouth. My mouth felt empty—like there was an unnatural void there.He reached over far enough to touch my shoulder. It was really just a gentle gesture—a permission to do what we both. "You're going to tell Mom I swore?" You hafta tell the truth too." She looks at me curiously. "Didn't theytell you that?"All right. Whatever. Mom knows I swear. She'll chew me out a bit butthat's all. I give up."You want some pizza?" I offer."Yeah!" she cheers and does a little spin.I carry it to the kitchen and set us up each with a plate and a drink ofmilk. She sits at her little table. I join her. We eat quietly. It'stasty. My recent humiliation steals my focus. I think of his leers. Mylegs..