" she explained."And I am your next guinea pig?" I said."Well yes, but now I have refined the formula to get what Iwant, I don't want people that just...live to serve me, Iwant someone more independent, someone to help me, someoneto have a chat with, that's where you come in. I wantsomeone I can trust to help me continue building my empireand you just happen to be the one." she whispered, "Do youhave any questions?" How did you do this to me, did you put it in my drink?" Iasked her."No, nothing. Tongues met and licked. His arms went round her bare waist, and pressed her against him. She felt his erection as it pushed the towel outwards.She broke from him and walked away towards the bedroom, her hips swaying. She glanced over her shoulder."Coming?" she asked. He followed, the bulge in his towel pointing the way.She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall forward and off her breasts. Then she slid the wispy pants down her thighs, kicked off her high heeled boots, and. It felt too good to be touched so lovingly. ‘Do you need anything else?’ ‘I don’t think so.’ ‘All right, then. I’ll go to bed, too.’ She put a gentle kiss on my forehead and started to get up. My eyes snapped open and I grabbed her arm impulsively. ‘What’s wrong?’ she asked, easing back down. ‘I don’t know.’ ‘Do you want me to stay?’ I nodded. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but I actually slid over to give her more room. She kicked off her slippers and got under the covers, still in her. The more she done so, the larger the wet patch got. By now, my cock was straining under my trousers, and naturally, my hand went down to my bulge, and let my thumb and forefinger slowly run up and down the outline of my cock. It didn’t take long for a wet patch to appear on my trousers, where my cock was getting wet with excitement.Tracey looked on intently, and now had started rubbing herself harder, until she must of climaxed, and she went rigid and then shuddered. The front of her leggings.