I leaned back against the table and began to rub my clit gently looking at him from behind on the couch. It became very easy very quickly as I was alr...ady a bit wet knowing I was going to be able to sneak up on him. Shortly after I began I unhooked my bralette and slid it out from under my top and hung it on the chair as well. Leaning back against the chair again I started rubbing myself, sliding my fingers between my lips just enough to make my clit wet while I rubbed it. Reaching up under my. ’ She looks back up at me, and says, ‘I didn’t feel like talking about what happened with Mike, a few weeks ago, but you wouldn’t give up until I did, and I felt better afterwards.’ That little reminder is all it takes to break through to me, and I find myself wanting to talk all of a sudden. After all, it had been almost a month since she had come in for a night shift, looking like she had been crying, and I had gotten her to talk about what was bothering her. It turned out to be that her. " His hand reached towards the telephone. "Yes! Yes Sir! Pleeeease! I'll do whatever you say!" "Take off your dress," he said sternly. Lisa gripped the hem and pressed it desperately against her thighs. The fresh panic in her very red face only made his grin spread wider. The last thing Lisa wanted to do was undress in front of him. Her embarrassment would be unbearable. She thought about pleading with him but knew it wouldn't do any good. "Now I said!" Choking back. I remember Ally on a few occasions talking about her mother and how wonderful she was, but those times were horribly outnumbered by the times Ally was bitching about what a fucking cunt she was. The word of a crazy, bi-polar, probably psychopathic cunt herself, however, was not all that confidence inspiring. Her son Brad and I were little more than fuck buddies, and only on a few occasions. I honestly doubt he would even have remembered my name. He was a player in the truest sense of the word,.