.. I ... NEED you!As if hearing my wordless plea, your fingers find the zipper of my dress and slide it smoothly down. The night breeze kisses my bare...back and I shiver a little before I feel your warm palms between my shoulder blades, stroking and caressing my electric skin. I press closer, hugging you to me, hoping the proximity of our bodies could encourage the nearness of our souls. Your hands travel lower, fingers tracing fiery trails on my lower back, on the bare cheeks of my bottom. I. I lost focus, feeling the force of each stream splash out across the distance between us, the sticky residue of my ejaculate flowing down my fingers. I kept stroking until I started to hurt. I focused again, seeing Mandy’s eyes frozen in surprise. Her lips trembled, and I shrank down from her sight with that sinking shame that always followed my orgasm. I wanted to bolt, but she stood in front of the only door, pointing down at her legs, the other hand barely holding up her bikini top.Where. Yes, the government had paid me well, and for the most part I did not mind working for them. I just didn't like being FORCED to work for them. That was my biggest gripe. I was now 21, and had been making six figures a year! Not many 21-year-olds could say that.So I started looking for a house that was out of the way that had a bit of land to it, and would afford me some privacy. The problem was cost, or it was; until Tom said he would basically give me as much money as I needed, up to a point.. You now wonder why did you do that? But you hopefully they might not get back to you and you carry on with what you were doing. As the next hour goes past you get an email from the site about your request for a sex date and your heart skips a beat as you open the message and read on. It gives you a date a couple of nights later and an address and how to get there etc. Now your palms are really sweaty and all these thoughts run through your head like who might turn up and what might be in store.