That maybe, just maybe, he loved the mind games more than the assault.But her peace was short-lived. On her way home from work the following Friday ev...ning, her phone beeped.“Miss me?” It was Michael. She nearly rear ended the car in front of her as she saw the message pop up on the screen. Within a couple of minutes, another message arrived. “Don’t hide, sweetheart. You don’t want to test me.” The panic that she felt was increasing as she drove home.After she pulled into her driveway, she sat. Jerry was free and arrived later on with Merton.After the meal they went to a pub and had a good time chatting and exchanging stories. Sam was a favourite because she was from another country, was a multi-linguist and had a wealth of anecdotes from her interpreting assignments, and the attempts on her virtue by some of her powerful and wealthy clients.Jerry owned a house renovation company, and had his own wealth of risqué stories, and the conversation became quite animated, including his about. I invite you in and close the door. I turn around, pull you into my arms and grab you gently at the back of your neck. I place my mouth onto yours, kissing you passionately, exploring every part of your mouth with my tongue. I can feel my clit start to throb. I move my hand lower to cup your arse, pulling you closer to me, kissing you harder with a hungry desire, wanting you, horny for you. I know you are feeling it too. I press you up against the hallway wall and nuzzle my head into your neck,. ’ Her words seemed slightly slurred, but she drank another shot. ‘Alright, come back over here and have another drink,’ she said. Michelle felt a rush. A couple more drinks and Cassandra would be gone. Michelle giggled and made her way back around the bar, her hand on her full belly. Craig gave her a jaunty wave as she made it back to her stool. Cassandra placed an order with Craig. Then she turned to Michelle. ‘I’ve got some more shots coming. You shouldn’t drink too much, though, cuz you’ll.