The questions. The last time, he had asked what he might do to please her more. She had seriously considered his question but had genuinely felt that ...e already satisfied her generously each time. ‘Perhaps it was him, who was bored or unsatisfied with their lovemaking?’ she mused, and that thought, niggling away at her, had become the reason she disliked the questions that now always seemed to follow their sessions. The moment had arrived. She couldn’t bear it any more. “Are you satisfied?” she. She knew she had to stop him or risk her mattress. Very reluctantly he rolled off, she rose, her body to him in the grey light of this wet morning, shear perfection, as she set off to the bedroom door, he called after her to “hurry back” and this she soon did, this time taking charge , saying “my turn young man,” and swinging her leg over his hips, then lowering herself onto his member, in a way that brooked no argument. She began to rock her hips, his eyes fixed on her wildly swinging pendulum. Then we got out and dried each other off.We walked out to the living room and kitchen to find Conor with his ass sticking out of the fridge. I walked over and slapped it hard! "You're it!" I barked."Ouch, shit! I'm it what?" You're the one who is going to get us pizza!" I said firmly."I am?" Yes, you are! And you're buying!" Tyler said."I'm buying? Why me?" Because I bought last time!" Tyler snapped."OK. We can't get it delivered?" Fucking city kid! Look where we are! This isn't Cranston, no. And knowing you’re aroused is arousing me too. And I could do with a pee too. I was going to hold on, but it would be fun…We’re at the top of the steps down to the Royal College of Music, just by the statue of Prince Albert.“I dare you to do it down the steps!” I say.“Oh Annie, yes!” You don’t even pretend that you don’t want to - you’re already tugging your dress up.I smile. “I’m going to do it too, Vikka. Panties off, ok?”I hitch my dress up and pull my little thong down; there’s barely.