A rider of the night, racing against reality to embrace her hallucination. Moaning softly as the wind increases, she feels him pull her hair between h...s fingers in a sweet caress. Midnight’s nostrils flaring as she steps lightly, her eyes growing wide with insight. He is near. A soft rumble effuses with the wind as the thunder greets her. Slowly she raises her dark lashes, revealing the stormy visualization in her imagination. Her eyes mirroring the feathery and detached clouds moving with the. Panic set in as I was held tight against the sink, loosing all ability to move. 'You have wine all over your shirt', a familiar voice whispered. It was him and he'd come to find me. 'Anyone could walk in!' I shrieked through shut mouth. He pushed me against the wall hard as I moaned feeling his hand slowly go down my waist. 'No...no...no...please no....we can't', as he flipped me to face him and begun licking the wine off my neck slowly but firmly moving down to my exposed cleavage. I had worn. "I know you don't. Almost no one does. The only corporate position that is less known than that of the treasurer is corporate secretary. No one knows what the secretary does. Actually, though, it's easy. I'm serious when I say that after we get the system overhauled, I would be amazed if the job took you even thirty minutes a day."There's one thing that surprises me, though. I expected more of an argument from Stiles about naming you Purcell's replacement. Well, Madam Treasurer, let's start by. She is clearly d***k, her nipples are slightly poking through her black top, and she is my girlfriend. ‘But this video stays private!’ She demands. ‘You afraid someone you know is gonna see it?’ One of the guys ask. ‘No,’ she says ‘But I don’t want it all over the internet.’ Definitely something embarrassing! I smile and feel a little guilty for watching it behind her back. She heads back to the couch and sits between the two men. One of them grabs her head and starts kissing her. My heart.