"We've been expecting you and we've anxiously been wanting you to join us," she continued."How anxiously, Allie?" I asked as I hoped the girls could s...e how aroused I already was.Without saying anything, I noticed Sandy looking over at Allie and smiling. I hoped Sandy had seen my hardon in my pants and wanted me as much as I wanted her and Allie."Tom, you're cracking me up," Sandy said as she could see that I was trying to break the ice but not seeming very comfortable in doing it. "You don't. She did a sterling job of this work, even arranging for me to do some interviews to post on a new website, and to begin a blog. She was making me richer, and when something succeeded, she was over the moon.By this time too, Anna Pechet had become a true A-list star, and I was still noted as her 'official' boyfriend. What that meant I wasn't exactly sure, except that I made sure I was in L.A. to appear with her at special events where she had to make a mandatory appearance: the Oscars, Emmys,. Before she could say anything, he moved her up to straddle his lap and resumed their kiss. ‘Do you know how long they’ll be gone?’ she murmured. ‘Not long enough,’ was his grumbled response. His hands skimmed up her arms, reaching for the straps of her thin camisole and tugging them over her shoulders. As the flimsy garment came down he gasped, ‘Oh, Anna. You’re… you’re incredible.’ Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her to him tightly and dropped a series of soft bites along her. I feel trapped, admittedly by my own actions, but knowing I can't turn back is exciting. I look at her hair. It's short and pitch-black; dyed that way, no doubt. She reminds me of my punk goddess /lover back in North Carolina, Miss Gina."I like your hair," I stammer."Yeah? Feel it."I reach upward slowly, just to touch it, but she snatches my wrist in her hand. "Don't you dare touch my hair!" she snarls, then laughs. She knows what she wants to happen, and she's exerting her dominance over me.