Brian put on some soft rock music ostensibly to mask theanticipated moans of pleasure through the thin hotel walls he'dexplained, and doused the overh...ad lights leaving on the bedside lamp tomake it romantic.Charlie dressed sexy for him in lingerie she had purchased especiallyfor the evening. She wore a red and black satin and lace basque whichshe liked because it covered her meagre, almost non-existent breasts,expensive black fully-fashioned stockings, red and black nylon pantiesto match the. .. I shouldn't have.. I love him"Varun felt a flash of anger spark within him, she belonged to him, not some nerd. "Yet it was my tongue in your mouth a few moments ago" he said in a carefully level tone "I was the one making you moan with pleasure Rima.. does your husband make you feel that way?"She seemed to have no answer to his harsh statement, and he saw a tear roll down her usually pristine face as she seemed to slump back into his arms. Varun held her tighter and kissed her neck lightly. I didn’t like this new crowd he chilled with. Especially a tall, beautiful but shady-eyed young Black woman named Marguerite Simpson. Marguerite Simpson was the daughter of Oliver and Nikita Simpson, a wealthy Black couple from Atlanta. She attended Spellman College before transferring to Boston College. She was Jordan Sparrow’s new girlfriend. I didn’t like her. She was a loud-mouthed hussy who was filling his head with ideas. And she was taking him to clubs all the time. He was skipping. The silk makes you want to obey …you want to please …..Rub the silk all over your cock and feel how weak and submissive it makes you. Feel how addicting it is. You wan to obey and please Amy…” Isabella’s words continued to echo into Mark’s ears as he stroked his cock through the silk sleeve. He drifted into a hypnotic trance, unaware of suggestions and triggers she was imprinting on his mind. Mark was in a trance for about 30 minutes. Then suddenly Mark awoke and he felt his cock.