And on the rare occasions when he was in the mood for sex, he was too much of a gentleman to do any rough, hard fucking that she craved. She could cou...t the orgasms she had in a year on her fingers. And half of them were in hot water tub. Though not used to stepping out for sex, her sex-starvation slowly started affecting her dressing style. She had begun to dress to show off her alluring figure, and she loved it when guys so obviously drooled over her. She was worth drooling over. For 36, she. Her cardigan was slightly ripped and her hair had fallen out of place and flopped over her face. She was in an awkward position on the floor with her legs wide open. She tried to get up but she couldn't find the strength. Suddenly the elevator stopped at her floor and the door opened. A few heads turned to see Siobhan on the floor spread eagled, looking as if she'd just been attacked by the old man next to her. Siobhan blushed with embarrassment and quickly stood up and staggered her way to her. "Well," came Chloe's voice from the doorway to the study, "after allwe've done for you, this is how you repay us? A sleeping spell? Justwhen I was thinking we might really be friends."I shoved the letter back in the box and closed it. "We are friends.This was an emergency."Chloe moved in to inspect the box. I was afraid that she would use herpower over me to force me to open it up and show her what was in it. Ineeded to distract her. "This is how my mother sends me messages whenshe's out of. He loosened his grip on my body and moved his kissing to my neck. At the same time he brought his hands to my front and squeezed my tits. He quickly unbuttoned the front of my blouse and pulled it out of the top of my skirt and slid it back over my shoulders and down my arms. He moved his head down and bit one of my nipples through my bra while he reached back and unhooked it and slid the straps off my shoulders. He pulled my bra off me with his teeth and dropped it on the floor, put his.