.. and grew. Low moans escaped her throat.< I want him to kiss me. I want him to make me cum >< I want him to kiss me. I want to cum >She completely s...opped moving and looked at me. Tears stood out in her eyes, and that made me go deeper into her mind. Then I knew the truth. She was a hooker, I assumed she was a seasoned pro, good at her work. She was. She had never had an orgasm. Not one. Raped at fourteen by her step-dad, turned out for drug money by her boyfriend at sixteen ... no one had. We fit so well together that it was easy to indulge myself in the fantasy that it would last forever. Nothing lasts forever, especially with the life expectancy of someone used by the universe to bend all the rules of time and space. Each of my lives came with an expiration date but I had no idea when, or how death would collect.Cassandra kissed me after a long, hot shower. We were cleaned up and dressed when she dropped her truth bomb and left in a hurry, without a backward glance. I was alone. After a moment or two more,he stood up again.’follow me ‘were the first words shared between us,and he walked back down the corridor. Incredibly,as if my feet had a mind of there own I found myself getting up and following. What the fuck am I doing I thought as I walked down the alleyway.A pleasant warm feeling was beginning to rise in my grown area though, and a tingle between my legs. I saw him enter the toilet but he did not shut the door.In I rushed, then he shut and locked the door.. I smoothed out my blush, pleated tennis, skirt and adjusted the bottom of my white T-shirt before looking over at the man who was still stealing glances in my direction. I smiled and enjoyed the attention from the older gentlemen.“it's so hot today, I'm already kind of sweating”, I joked, trying to strike up some small talk “ well at least you are dressed for the weather and not in an uncomfy business suit”, he chuckled, while glancing down at my bare thighs, which the skirt barely covered.“.