Chapter VI: Betrayal and Boating It’s amazing how one makes these judgments about people that turn out to be wildly inaccurate. I suppose I should s...eak only for myself, but I suspect the tendency is universal. Take, for instance, my boss, Susan. I’ve described her as an overly ambitious career female who (very possibly using means not available to the likes of myself!) advanced her career to the level of her own incompetence, as a result of which she lived under the permanent stress that comes. "I'm sorry, please I'm sorry." I felt the hair on my neck stand up as he breathed down over my back. His right hand moved and stroked my arm and then moved down to my elbow, my hips and then linger before moving slowly over my right ass cheek. "Jon?" I said in a more alarmed tone. "Jon?" I said louder as his hand continued to circle around my ass. I tried to turn myself around to face him. Anything to get his hands away from my ass. It had to stop now. But I found as I turned, Jon's weight. The right slides beneath your arm, bringing you closer to me by the back of your neck. The rhythm of our bodies changes while I kiss you. Our trembling lips open further with each meeting. Briefly, we are lost in a long moment of romance within the storm of erotic desire we produce when we're together.The instant I pull away, we resume, just as we had been. Your fingers are flying over your clit at constant speed, in contrast to my own rhythm. After withdrawing slowly and carefully each time, I. It looked like Ellen was using the pad of her hand to gently caress Sarah's mound.I could feel my arousal building. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Ellen had told me that she had an attraction for other women at times, and that she flirted openly with Sarah. "Aren't you wet Sarah?" Ellen whispered to her. "Doesn't the thought of making love to your very own Odile just make the juice swell up in your pussy?" Not saying anything, Sarah nodded softly."Then make love to her,” Ellen whispered. "Ohh.".