Yeah, yeah, I know. How demeaning. But honestly, I didn't think about it that way. I just wanted my fix. "C'mon baby, don't you wanna fuck me?" God, I...was such a slut. "No? Awww. Then can I suck you? Would that be okay? Please?" Conversely, he actually was pleased. I mean, what big-cocked, hot blooded, Scandinavian guy wouldn't be? He was making a cute little number into his own personal slut. I had all the necessary assets. I had the body and I still do. I had the open, accepting mind. I had. She pushes me down so that I am sitting in the middle with my ass on the edge. “Now kick back and watch the show.” she purrs out, as Kate come up behind her and cups her breasts over her shirt, plucking at the nipples with her thumb and index finger. Running her hands back up to Anna’s shoulders she starts to slide the small straps down her arms, letting the top slide over her supple breasts, exposing her hard nipples to my glare. With the top now resting around her middle, Kate runs her. “I can see you liked it.” she said and pointed to my jeans. I hadn’t realised she could see the outline of my hard-on. I couldn’t think of anything to say, so just grinned. She put her hand on my jeans and felt it. “I’m flattered, you find me attractive then?” “Very much, since the first time I saw you.” “That’s very nice.” She replied and started to rub me through my jeans. “I’ve just thought of a way of saying thanks.” She unzipped my jeans and pulled my prick out. “No one’s going to. Straightening a small crease in her jacket with an efficient tug on the bottom of it, she walked to the library door. She turned as she opened the door. ‘You have a real skill for characterisation,’ she said. Her voice was as cold as the summer sun on the terrace outside was hot. ‘You can draw on real life people and show us highly complex motivations in a sympathetic way. You provide excellent back story for your central character, making us understand why she might have chosen the difficult.