” It was still too high.“One point two. It’s all I have.”“The extra and you have a deal.”“What kind of extra?”“I want to fuck that n...ce pussy of yours.” His lecherous smile lit up his handsome face.“She’s dysfunctional. She’s the reason I have to go.”“A blow job maybe?” At this stage I will do anything.“Deal.”A huge smile appeared on his face, revealing his beautiful white teeth. He swivelled his chair around to face me. With a swift move his trousers disappeared leaving his uncircumcised. Any anxious thoughts she might also have had while driving were kept at bay by the cloth of her sweater slipping against her nipples, the sensation of friction scraping ever so lightly on her sensitive flesh. Each time her shoulders moved as her hands shifted on the steering wheel, it felt like the lightest touch of fingertips, teasing her, arousing her even further, if that were possible. Both vehicles were in the driveway. She had been hoping that Roman wouldn't be home at the beginning. Him. She sighed, and wondered if she'd come across as totally obvious, or worse, desperate.A woman, perhaps in her mid-fifties opened the door and asked her in. She left her coat on top of a pile of coats and furs in the bedroom just off the front hallway. In the living room there were several groups of people talking. Some stood; others were sprawled on the available furniture.The uncertainty she'd felt in the car on the way over was now full-blown anxiety. Laura liked parties well enough, but had. I couldn't stand it.I walked around to the front of her, knelt down and held out my hand. She had her face buried in her hands, still sobbing. I reached in and pulled her left hand out from under her chin.She looked up at me and I smiled encouragingly. She let me lift her up. She stood there, head down, not looking at anyone, still sobbing quietly as I went around and picked up all the books.She took a step forward and put her arms on my shoulders and said "You did this somehow, didn't you?"I.