One of her hands was beneath the covers on her bed and I could see her arm moving. Was she masturbating, I wondered? The thought of her doing that whi...e we were talking caused me to feel warm all over. I was seated on a chair next to her bed and was trying my best to remain professional, it wasn't easy given the circumstances. When I was done explaining the tests to her I asked her if she had any questions. "Yes", she replied, "I have an itch, do you think you could check it?". "Sure", I told. ' Her mind was racing. 'Jesus, how did he taste? Was his musk heady? Was he clean, without any sexually transmitted disease? Did he have a curved cock or a straight one? Was he cut or uncut?' Leigh felt herself growing wet and hoped she wouldn't spot the chair she was sitting in, or worse, her dress. Thank God it was black. Michael, she thought, God, what was Michael up to?A surge of relief surged through her as she grasped the fact that Michael was still caught up in his forthcoming seminar. "Would he have kept me for a concubine?" Her hand traced lower, finding his. “Or would I have been a warrior, like you?" I don't know," he repeated, lips tracing the pulsing artery in her slender throat. It would be easy, so easy to slide into her, to taste her as his fangs penetrated her. So easy, and yet he refused. Why? "Maybe both." Is that why you brought me to him? So that I could be at your side once more?" I don't know." There were no answers for her. No room for answers, while her. About my bra?" Jackie said while twisting her bust from side to side right in front of my face."I…… I……Yeah, I remember" I stammered."Well I'm going to the Ladies Room to take my bra off." Jackie was still twisting at the waist, waiting for an answer.My stomach flipped over, I was dizzy with both lust and jealousy. I didn't know what to answer her."O ..O .Yeah ... Okay" was all I could muster. I felt like an idiot.With that remark she walked off toward the back of the theater. My wife emerged.