I could make out figures moving around the pool deck of my neighbors house behind me and one house down. Their property meets mine on the back corner ...f my lot. The music was just loud enough to be annoying but not so loud as to invoke a call to the authorities. I decided a closer look at the goings on was in order. I slid on a pair of running shorts and headed towards the back door, making sure to deactivate the security light sensors. Quietly I opened the back door and walked out to the back. And I am pleasing you, teasing you. I kiss your beautiful breasts, and down, kissing, tickling with my tongue. Down, across your belly button, holding you so you can't squirm out of reach. Down, through your carefully trimmed mound to the prize.You squeak, trying to stay quiet, so they don't hear us, as I tease and suck, kiss and tickle. I love watching you writhe under my touch. I love how you grind against my mouth, how you beg me to make you come.I love how hot and wet you get. I love how. The imprint of his hand had been crushed into her throat, heavy bruising and divots in the skin marking the shapes of his fingers. He'd heard of murder before. Knew it was what he had done. Yet, like the word 'pretty', was murder something that could really be applied to a man? Guy was not like the women who stabbed one another over petty problems, killed one another in quarrels. He was special, rare and prized, privileged in ways unique to his sex. No court would ever convict him of. But when she started trying to pry open an outer compartment on the Warlock with little success, a heavy toolbox full of basic repair equipment appeared near her feet with the spine-shuddering screech of being slid across the metal flooring.Sophia had looked up, startled. One of the mechanics was already walking away from her. He was neither the Head mechanic, Banks, nor was he the one man who'd been more kind to her at first, Naylor. She'd glanced around, but everyone else had been pointedly.