The airflow pushes the water across the glass in complex but predetermined patterns. Everything suddenly seems clear. It all begins to make sense. I a... the passenger, the submissive. The Dark Mistress smokes a cigarette quietly as she drives us to her home. We had talked for a long time at the munch. She had turned out to be a great listener and I chatted away enthusiastically, carelessly spilling my inexperience into her lap. I ignored the glances people were throwing my way, the shaking of. In fact, with the kind of assets she has, it would probably be videotaped with witnesses as a back up means as well. Wills are contested all the time by greedy relatives who get nothing, if you can imagine that. We need to make the document fool proof."Terence's face was flushed, he was confused, "I don't get it. I don't get it. What's this about surgery?" He shook his head. His mind felt slow and sluggish. There was something very ominous almost in his mind's reach that he couldn't. " "I've been thinking about her all day," Hoffman said. He stepped away from the woman and sat down in a chair. The woman followed him, crawling. She reached for his zipper. "No," Hoffman said. "Just keep doing it through my pants, bitch. I don't want to come too quickly tonight." She lowered her head to his lap. Rafer had sat down also. "I'm sure you have," he said, smiling. "Yes. As I always do when I'm invited here. It's hard for me to work, thinking of the night to. She must’ve forgotten I was there. She didn’t remember the webcam was on. I didn’t know what to do. The ‘friend’ part of me wanted to close the computer and leave her alone. But the ‘horny teenager’ part of me wanted to stay. I’d never seen this much of Lilly, or of any woman, and she was gorgeous. Her belly was flat. Her pink-laced bra supported her c-cup breasts. Then she removed her bra, and my jaw dropped slightly. I began feeling a tingling feeling between my legs, and a wet spot was.