I went into my room and got out an outfit that I haven't worn in ages which made me have a flashback moment where my son was 3 and I had gone out for ...he night with my friends and got a babysitter that my friends requested and she came this 17 year old girl named Lisa and I left her with my son to go out for the night and I got drunk and my friend’s gave me a bag and said “let’s go back to mine” and we go in one of my friend’s car who doesn't drink and we want to her home and we got her home. He smiled softly as he peered up at her, Jordyn was biting her bottom lip, one hand upon her breast and the other sliding down to her clit to begin to play it becoming too much to bare. His gaze followed her hand to her clit and as she played with herself he lowered his head and his tongue sliding between her lips and she stiffened instantly, almost losing it right then and there. “Oh god, please, please.” She begged, his mind reeled and he buried his face into her snatch. Her fingers in his. When he turned back to me, he had the biggest smirk on his face, and I knew then that I had bitten off more than I could chew. “I guess we should get acquainted,” he simply said; still grinning. “I believe we are more than acquainted, don’t ya think?” I retorted. “Maybe so. Maybe so. My name’s Ben,” he laughed. “Melody,” I answered. “Well Melody, take off that thong and hand it to me,” he said, out of the blue. I choked on my wine, and then said, “What?!?” “You heard me. Take off your. I don’t think you can imagine how it felt, of course, to stand there and se you in my chair, covered in my jacket. You hands, so sensuous… your lips parted and moist, like you were waiting. Your hips wriggling, rubbing you against the chair.’ His words travelled through her like shivers. He had not only seen her, he had studied her carefully in detail… remembered. That photographic memory which had so many times given him the victory when it came to business deals. ‘When I was sitting in the.