I couldn't imagine Frank liking it. Not at first. But mulling over it as I dropped off to sleep (after a satisfying but conventional romp with Frank) ... began to imagine some of the sensations it might arouse in him. I wasn't at all sure what my feelings would be, but a girl can only find out by trying. So I resolved. If there was any pleasure in it for Frank, who was I to withhold it? And if he didn't like it, I could soon make it up to him by devising some special treat for 'Dickie'.I had to. And Jacob, despite being relatively open-minded, still wasn't one hundred percent on board with the idea of his only daughter shacking up with some whitebread young lawyer who wasn't even Jewish. He had been rather tight-lipped after their engagement announcement last week. He was going to need some time to get used to the idea of having Mark as a son-in-law.As Sarah exited the elevator on the 6th floor, Sarah kept her head down and tried to appear as non-descript and unassuming as possible as. I watched the news every night to see if they found an unidentified body. I was ready to go to the morgue to see if you were there." "Sorry mom, I was out on a date." "He could have been a serial killer. How do I know?" I laugh. "Mom he is someone I work with." "Office romances never work out sis." I hear my sister say. She should know. She married her boss and three years later he divorced her and married his new secretary. She has never found a new man. She hates men. I am starting to think. Tonight, just the chance that someone might see us got me even more excited. My breathing became deep. I stared to sweat even with the air conditioning blowing directly over us. I wanted more. I guided his hands from my breasts down to my legs. He didn’t need any further invitation. As he nibbled on my ear, his hands moved into my dress and on to my thighs. I closed my eyes and bit my lip. “You’re soaking wet,” he said as his fingers slid along the lace fabric. “And you’re rock hard. It’s a.