Pulling my hair tight behind me he kissed me hard on the mouth. I was so turned on by the taste of myself on his tongue. As I knelt there, my dress w...de open, knees apart, ankles crossed behind me, I trembled half from pleasure and half from the fear that anyone could come round the corner at any second and see me behaving like a dirty little whore in the middle of a busy club. He stood up and undid his belt. His cock was magnificent. Still holding my hair, he guided my mouth towards his. My firstinstinct was a purse snatcher or a pick pocket was doing their best toescape with their ill-gotten gains, unconcerned about hurting someoneelse in their getaway attempt.Strangely though, I also noticed there were no screams of "help!" or"stop, thief!" If the perp was truly fleeing from the owner ofwhatever they'd pilfered, the sounds of dismay should usually be rightbehind.The clump of pedestrians a dozen yards away from my position leaptaside as the source of the commotion broke. Sleep evaded me. It seemed like I was awake all night listening for a key to be turned in the lock. Not true I know, it just always seems that way. However, I was awake when it started to get light and heard a car pull up outside. A car door opened and a second or two later I heard it slam closed and the car drove off. I heard the front door open and laboured footsteps up the stairs. She came into the bedroom and started removing her clothes. All she was wearing was a bra and dress, no. "It looks as though you need a life reading yourself. I'm sure that will explain it all." Are there honest psychics who still do these things? I don't want to be in a crowd in front of a TV camera to have my questions answered. I haven't heard much about this except the ones that have garnered an audience. Those just seem as though they are putting on a show, and it is some stretch to make it believable."Benny smiled at my skepticism. "I'm sure we can find one that you can trust. It might take.