” “Hi, my name is Bob,” he said. “I’m Amy,” she said. With that, Amy went back to licking Michelle’s pussy.“Ooooh! That feels sooo goo...! Keep doing what you’re doing!” Amy’s tongue was still licking her pussy when she heard Amy starting to moan into her pussy.She looked up and saw that Bob was fucking Amy from behind. She smiled, knowing that Amy was, definitely, enjoying the pounding he was giving her. Seeing that Bob was enjoying what he was doing, she, again, started paying attention to. I know. Sad but incredibly exciting. So this is what happened on a wet Thursday 2 weeks ago when I went in for my weekly fix of my current fantasy lady. It was about 4.30 and the store was pretty empty – I took up my favourite position in psychology again and started my usual pretence of browsing the texts whilst my eyes wandered to her desk directly left of my observation post. She was there as usual working at her computer, looking gorgeous in a dark suit and white blouse, her legs crossed. Work over; it was time to unwind, the music was hopping, though the club was not packed, there was plenty of fun girls to dance with. Sometime later I noticed someone watching me from the upper balcony, normally closed unless the house was full I thought it strange, a glint of light caught my eye, its reflection interpreted by my brain before I even knew. Margaret!She was there in the dark watching me. Alone? Curious now and as succinctly as I could I slipped away, scaling the rope that barred. Sure, she had responded to him while he had gone down on her, but afterwards they had cuddled! It wasn’t post-fucking, or anything controlling or perverse - even though all he had wanted to do was practice, last night had all been about him making her feel good - and then they had fallen asleep in each others arms.Not exactly something to engender Fear in someone.And then she had woken up and - without any interactions that highlighted Fear or Lust - she had been enough like her old self that.