He rolled her over, ripped off her string, and threw her legs apart. He stared with lust at her hard nipples and her tiny triangle. He whispered, “T...e stuff of dreams.” He disturbed her nipples and her hair with his tongue. Em shouted again and threw her arms above her head.“Fuck me,” she demanded.He grasped her left leg behind the knee and placed her right leg over his left shoulder.“I certainly shall,” he said. “This is just the first one,” he said. Em gasped. She watched as his thick, hard. .. as if it was symbolic rather than utilitarian. Unlike Khamûl, she bore no tattoos. Her cleanly shaven sex was swollen, glistening, and open, suggesting some sort of recent sexual activity, or at least an elevated state of arousal. A thin golden bar, capped at each end by small spheres, pierced her clit, permanently extending and anchoring it in an exposed position.That must have been even more agonizing than the nipple rings. Though I should probably gird myself, because they just might do. .. Can we get out of here now? It's like theBates Motel in here. We can get a cab from here to my hotel." Fine." Sam reached for the door, "But you can carry the cases."* * * * * * * * * *Sam sat next to Rivers in the back of the cab, his throbbing headresting against the window, absently watching as the street lightsflickered past. He could make out the ghost of his own femininereflection staring back at him in the darkness beyond. He felt cold.Cold and alone. He could hear. She was planning to bide her time at our place until something decent came along.I really should have stayed away from her, kept it professional. But the horny bastard that I am, I couldn't. It started with a lunchtime walk, short and sweet. And another, and another, each getting a little bit longer. One day we walked to her apartment and, sitting side by side on her couch, we played a video game, thighs touching. She was definitely interested. So was I.One evening after the office closed I.