He smacks me again. Again, he asks me. This time, it’s more demanding, and Patrick tightens his grip on me. I look down, and see my shirt and tie...bunched up in his fist. I am extremely turned-on but regain my composure. I politely inform him that he’s wrinkling my shirt, which gets me another slap, and an ultimatum. I stammer, but tell him it was because of traffic (Or was it??) Patrick yanks me out of the chair, and pulls me up close. I can feel my shirt collar digging into my neck,. Aidan's grunts only provoked me to work harder at pleasing him. When I went back to moving up and down his shaft with my mouth, I felt a tug on my hair. Aidan gathered my hair into a ponytail and tugged onto it whenever I had six inches of him inside me. Soon he began to move my head in a faster rhythm so I knew what to do. As I worked him over, his grunts turned into hard breaths and he told me he was about to cum. It surprised me that a large part of me couldn't wait to taste him, soon my. All the windows were closed, the central air conditioner hummed quietly and Steve dropped his overnight bag and placed his computer on his desk.He was in shock and disorientated. He knew Ingrid was volatile, but her explosion this afternoon was beyond anything he had imagined. He could understand her anger if he'd done something wrong, but he had done nothing to deserve this. What the hell had happened to cause this?He picked up the phone and dialed Mike Saggert's home number. It rang several. Yet, Shivari quite terribly wanted to give herself to the two travelers. She had only touched herself a handful of times, and never been with another person. She quaked at the feeling of the demigoddess's nails scr****g down her inner thigh and opened her legs to her. She reached deeper under her robes until she could feel the soft material of her underwear. It slid easily beneath her fingers from the dampness of the cloth.Shivari whimpered from the sensations pulsing through each passage over.