If only he had possessed the foresight to anticipate this. If only they were prepared. If only he was less arrogant. If only she was protected. Safety...deigned a price far beyond any fortune could have afforded, and he knew it. His only option now was to hope that his mistake wasn’t a fatal one. The teardrops mingled with the water on his face. There was no point in holding back now. Fear. Love. Grief. Guilt. All these years, he had thought that he was immune to this kind of crap. He’d prided. ”“I don’t think that I would fancy Alan watching me,” said Dawn. “Being that intimate with someone to me is a very personal thing and I would find it hard letting go. I know that he would love to watch though.”“That’s fine by me,” he told her. I would sooner have you relaxed and without any inhibitions. I can be just as happy with the husband in the next room listening in. In fact, I understand a lot of husbands prefer it that way. They have to let their imaginations tell them what is going on.. She pulled off her exit and meandered down the streets to Dave's house,a thrill still creeping up her spine as she pulled into his driveway.She checked her makeup one last time; very lightly applied; eye liner,mascara and some powder, but nothing serious. She didn't need a lot ofmakeup anymore; her face passed for naturally cute without any product. Her hair bothered her slightly, as the wind had given it an unbelievablyfeminine flip in the bangs. "Cute though," she thought to herself asshe. His name was Mr. Orlando, a very serious man in his mid-40’s. He did not look his age, for an older man he was very desirable. He was standing behind her as she walked through the door. She was wearing a short mini skirt with a thong underneath and a low cut blouse that showed off her breasts.He closed the door and walked towards her. He could not ignore the way she sucked on the pencil; he was aroused by looking at her. She stuck her tongue out of her mouth and licked her lips dropping the.