She loved to actually watch his eyes and see the processing of information going on behind them. He had no idea what she wished for him to beg for. Ye... that well hidden part of him churned knowing that he did not want to make a request of error. She cooed then, nuzzling close to his ear once more."Beg me to allow you inside me. Find your words and tell me how badly your cock desires to be inside me."Even as she told him this she moved back away from him. Before he had time to she roughly broke. They had everything from suits, to pantsuits, to dresses, to skirts andblouses, and undoubtedly more. Trying to research the right thing towear to an interview had been a headache so bad that it had made melong for the tedious annoyance of correcting my past paperwork."Maybe George could help," I mused with a smirk, imagining dragging thepoor man along with me to shop for clothes. I could make him juststand there and tell me what looked good, forcing him to share in mymisery. He'd probably. “Ladies, I brought two kinds of pizza and I brought Coke and Seven-Up, not sure which you like.” I laid the pizzas on their bed and set the cold sodas down on the little table between the beds.They were watching me like a hawk, though both were throwing looks at the pizza boxes and their nostrils were flaring.“Please, eat! Do you want me to leave? Okay, I can do that. In these bags,” I told them, pointing to the bags by the door, “are some clothes for you. Not much, but they didn’t have much of. You liked watching me jerk off,’ he said and for a moment I thought I misheard him. Certainly I did, there was no way he had actually said that to me. He approached me then, stopping inches away from me. ‘I was imagining you while I did it, so watching you playing with yourself was better than imagining it,’ he said brushing a strand of hair away from my face. ‘You were?’ I asked a little breathless, in a barely audible whisper, feeling his hand moving behind my ear and down to my neck, while.