I was wearing a short-short plaid skirt and a white blouse.I wanted to look sexy and seductive for Mark.My secret lover.And now, as Jeremy stared bold...y at me, I felt my face flushing."What do you want, Jeremy?" I said coldly. I didn't like the way he was looking at me.I had never noticed him looking quite like that at me before.It frightened me."I want you to make a phone call for me," he said calmly."A phone call? What? To whom?" I want you to call him and tell him you won't be able to see. Reaching down I took him in my hand and stroked him. As I stroked I felt an overwhelming desire to please him. To feel his hardness in my mouth. To make him explode, filling my mouth with his seed.I pushed him towards the side of the pool and told him to sit on the edge. As he pulled himself out of the pool and sat I pushed his knees apart and stood between his muscular thighs, my hand continuing to stroke him.Looking up into his eyes I smiled and told him to relax and lowered my mouth on him.. It had happened so fast I couldn't be sure. It felt almost like a dildo, but then was gone a moment later.I protected my ass by turning around, which made it even worse."Even better!" She spoke in mock amusement, teasing me, letting me know what she could see. Only her feet remained visible. Her eyes stayed hidden. She could look as much as she wanted, and I knew she took advantage of every second of it.The realization that Yuka was staring down at my erect cock made me even harder. It started. She began counting them, remarking that they were much slower than the beatings of her heart; and still she doubted, --the inoffensive Valentine could not imagine that any one should desire her death. Why should they? To what end? What had she done to excite the malice of an enemy? There was no fear of her falling asleep. One terrible idea pressed upon her mind, --that some one existed in the world who had attempted to assassinate her, and who was about to endeavor to do so again. Supposing.