I had the distinct impression though, that he was not touching me to turn me on. He wasn't even doing it to turn himself on I don't think. He was just...doing it because he liked doing it and because he could. He was doing it because I had to let him. He enjoyed it that I had no choice.Mark had pulled into a parking lot in back of a seedy looking building. I had been looking down, as usual. I was always too embarrassed to look up. I might see someone notice that I was allowing some man to play. I was genuinely undecided whether to take her doggy position again, or sitting on a chair which is something I wanted to try with her, or..."Oh, fuck," I sighed. "Just carry on. Please." I closed my eyes and leaned back a bit.She chuckled, genuinely amused. "That sounds like a decision."She carried on. Looking down on her demure brunette head between my thighs and her stark and glorious nudity, with her ass sitting on her heels, was almost enough to make me cum in itself. The thing that really. ”“I think she understood the situation quite well,” Octavia said with a smile. “I saw you were angry that he wasn’t awed by your staff work but he didn’t rub it in your face. And I saw that you enjoyed it when he pressed up against you when you were sparring with swords.”“I did not!” Liala said quickly.“I got you to blush!” Octavia replied with glee. “I knew I could do it. I thought my ribald comments would do the trick.”“I believe that our cultures are quite different,” Liala said. “Our. Kissing her ear you whisper softy "more?" and are quickly answered with a gentle nod.You grin when a fresh new cube is dropped at that closure. Looking at Bo you catch that tiny pink tongue once again peep out to lick her lips. Head laid back on the pillows. Eyes closed. Hair spread about, she's lovely. You again scoop up the ice and travel over the other breast to the pulse in her throat. Trickles of water trail over her breasts. Upwards to her jaw line where it melts into nothing, you kiss.