“Why should I do this for you?” I asked her abruptly. She paused, her face dropping. Just when I thought she might cry, she lifted her up top to r...veal her braless tits. I reached out to grasp her pink nipples, a reaction that caused her to gasp. Her tits were not bad, not as big as Jody’s but equally as round and pink. I pulled on her nipple, pinching and gently twisting, enjoying the gasp that continued from her mouth.“What else?” I asked.She paused again, proceeding to remove her pants and. “Nice outfit.” he commented; his accent was what Anna thought of as “working class”, what she would have referred to when out with her privileged, moneyed friends as “common”, but she liked it, liked the differences between him and the soft, polished boys she normally mixed with. For that was how she saw them, nothing more than silly boys, whereas the individual who was in her hotel room now was definitely a man. He towered over her - she saw he had taken his shoes and socks off but didn't dare. "We can take my car, but you can drive. I know you want to.". She wiggled her bum. Ninety minutes later, we pulled up in front of the restaurant. What can I say? I took the long way, the very long way. She has a really nice car. I think I want to get one. Love that Supercharger. I looked over at Emily. She was grinning at me. She was supercharged, too. And she was right; the food was good, but the company was better. Emily was a real pleasure to be around. She was a strong woman, and not just. Stupidly, his hurried retreat irked her just a little. ‘Get off me,’ she said, her tone even. But instead of moving, he relaxed his arms and settled his chest back onto her, propping himself up on both elbows. ‘What’re you doing here?’ he asked on a yawn. ‘And why the hell did you just try to rip my nipple off?’ She gave him a nasty smile. ‘It was a wake-up call since you’re obviously too hung-over to answer your cell phone. Or your pager. Or your intercom. Or—’ ‘I get the point,’ he.