.. I grind my hips to the rhythm and start sucking on my left forefinger seductively. I close my eyes for a second and you see my lips redden and swo...len instantly. I pull my finger out of my mouth letting you hear the smacking sound. Then I go on my knees on the floor, in front of you, my hips rocking back and forth and I'm sliding my hands up and down my thighs, lifting my skirt up a tiny bit more with every move. I keep stroking myself with my left hand and I lift my right to my mouth again. .. I'm calling shenanigans," Lynne snorted. "If she was so awful she would have been fired for harassment, or something." I'm sure she would have, "Trevor continued, "if she wasn't already fucking the Director of HR." Again, bullshit. Andrea's married."Trevor laughed in her face, "Please ... it isn't like I haven't slept with married men!" Well, good on you," Lynne grumbled, "but don't worry. I can take care of myself." We'll see," Trevor was obviously skeptical, and made to leave."One sec,". She looked at me with what I’d normally call bedroom eyes, sultry and dark with black lining and thick lashes. Realistically she was the type of woman you took home for one night and spent the rest of your life dreaming about, not the type you took home to present to your mother. Not that this had anything to do with me, mind you. I wasn’t going to be taking her home for the night and I was most certainly never going to introduce her to my mother, god rest her soul. She gracefully rose from. Firing eyes shielded by his dark sunglasses, Aaron’s lips thinned and closed above his beard. He despised the man on the sidewalk, the Mexican sun broiling raw resentment into charred hatred. His disdain for the owner’s neglect was compounded by the American’s selfishness-the tourist’s refusal to adopt a pet to match his life, a life more suited to a two-pound ball of timid fur, cradled safely as its owner strolled the malls. Instead, the tourist had chosen a creature born to hunt, and swim,.