“Oh, fuck. You look incredible,” I whisper. I’m not even sure she can hear me. I have never even seen a woman wearing lingerie, especially fo... me. Anna looked like someone from a porno.“Oh, don’t stop touching,” she says. “I like watching you touch yourself.” I don’t hesitate. I slide my shorts down and lay back on the pillow, while Anna stands authoritatively in the living room before me. I slowly rub my two fingers on my clit through my panties, feeling an obvious wet spot that I’m. Mind, I don't expect to be getting a bill for last night....saying as how your the boss!' 'Least I can do, Kelly. And if your ever near here again, it'll be free then as well.''And next time, I'll behave myself, OK?' 'Fuck no.....you misbehave away...your a breath of fresh air!' 'What... so you can thumb my bum again...haha''Shit....you can remember that too?' 'Well to be honest, I drifted in and out!....but I came twice, so it wasn't all bad!' 'I don't know what to say.''Forget it....right I. She gently replaced my finger on the center of her sex. “A little harder. Yes…that’s nice…Oh, yes.” She felt in control of their joining, and used this control to increase her pleasure. I continued to rub her little button, and began to thrust against her. Lailla felt the tension of her dream begin to build in her thighs. She was riding my manhood like it was her last ride. Up and down she moved like an expert rider.It was very exciting to have my finger between us, for I had never before felt. ’ ‘Well, now you know I won’t do it. So my question still stands. What do you want from me?’ ‘I want you to like me.’ ‘I do, I’ve already told you that. Do you only want sex from me?’ Her pause is pregnant. ‘No …, not just sex.’ ‘Then what?’ I insisted. ‘I want to keep seeing you.’ ‘I’m game for that. Is that all?’ ‘Mike!’ she said with exasperation. ‘What is this? Twenty Questions? I thought we were talking about having sex.’ ‘No, we’ve moved off that topic.’ ‘Damn it, Mike. What ARE we.