She is behind me and to my right. Still chatting but I can feel her full attention on me. We are close. My arm & hand is against the doorframe. She pu...hs back against me again and I slide my hand over her side and down towards her arse. Gently cupping and caressing as I move my hand over her, I feel her tense under me. I shift and move away moving further across the room. No one has observed us. It seems miraculous given the heat I can feel from her gaze and the discomfort of my very hard. I’m just—I’m trying to figure this out, Brody. I don’t like the way things are between us but we don’t seem to be able to get past it.’ ‘I know. I don’t know what to do either.’ ‘I’m going on the tour. I can’t change that.’ ‘I know. I’m still not happy about it, can’t change that.’ Ryan closed her eyes and paused before speaking. ‘But are you happy for me? That I have the chance to do this?’ ‘Yeah, I am,’ he said with no enthusiasm. Ryan bit back an angry reply. That would set them on the same. "So helpless. Poor Dee. She's so sleepy; so heavy; so very, very helpless." I reached down and positioned her legs far apart. I pressed her arms by her sides. She remained exactly as I placed her. Her eyes were blank behind drooping lids, but I knew very well that she could hear every word, feel every touch. I began stroking her hairless pussy. Her breathing quickened, but otherwise, she didn't make a sound.This was the point that I usually mounted her. The ultimate rape. She would be like a. She wasn't bad-looking, but I was waiting on one of my regulars, Dave, at the counter. She looked around and after no one welcomed "her majesty" to the store, cleared her throat and asked, "Can somebody please help me?" Benji, the new kid, came lumbering out from the back to ask me something, took one look at her, and gawked shamelessly. He looked at me and I nodded. He loped up to her, like a puppy. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and looked him up and down. I continued.