"Take off your bra," he said. She undid it quickly. Then she steppedfrom her panties. She wanted him to see her body. She instinctivelyknew it woul... make him end this delicious torture. He still held herback. He saw her shift on her legs, he saw her frustratingly pull backher hair, her saw her try to bite at her breasts. He put his hand underher crotch, she moaned involuntarily. She was wet, pliable there. Itwas too much for him to keep her away.She was instantly next to him, looking up. My favorite composer is Mozart.” She waited for Solace to giggle or say something flippant, but her response was anything but. “Really? I love Mozart! He’s relaxing yet interesting. I tell my students if they’d had radio back in his day, he might have been on an alternative station. “I’ve never thought about that before. You’re probably right,” Rosanna said looking up noticing that they had reached 109th street already. “We’re here”, she announced. Solace thought she detected a slight note of. "Put that down."I bit my lip. Was this wrong. I put the tray on his nightstand. No soonerI had that he jumped out of bed, grabbed my shoulders, and pinned me tothe wall. He licked the back of my neck and hiked my skirt as he alwaysdid. He almost ripped the panties, seemingly unable to control himselfwith excitement, fucking me harder than he ever had. Ten minutes later hewas back in bed, eating the toast I had made, while cum dripped down myass cheeks inside the panties I'd put back on. My own. It was champagne."Jeffrey," she said raising an eyebrow. "You know champagne goes straight to my head." Do I?" he asked, batting his eyelashes in a vain attempt to look innocent."Of course you do sweetheart."His crooked smile showed his mischievous side. "Hmm, maybe I remember now." Are you trying to get me drunk?" Do I need to get you drunk?" he asked stepping close to her. Close enough she could feel the heat from his body and smell his intoxicating cologne.She closed her eyes and felt his.