I arrived early and parked discreetly in the shadows. As the minutes slowly ticked by until our rendezvous I sat back in my car and closed my eyes. I...let my mind wander back to the way his mouth felt against mine. His lips warm, moist, softly dancing tantalizingly with mine; I put a hand to my lips and imagined it was his fingers softly stroking my chin and face. With images of him in my mind I let my hand travel down my throat to the warm suppleness of my breasts. I ran my palm over the. A deep yearning for more burned inside me, but I was too ashamed to verbalize my desires. I tried to stay strong and wait for Ryan to make the next move, but my patience was growing thin with increasing lust.At last, Ryan spoke up.“I want more.” I looked up at Ryan and gave a shy nod of agreement. I was ready and willing to submit to the feeling of his full, eager manhood. I felt a little ashamed to admit that I was fervently anticipating the moment of insertion.Ryan had stopped teasing the rim. "Thank you. You truly are a beautiful woman in every sense of the word." So that's his game, the ol' sweet talker," she thought, as her look darkened. "Well, I must really be going..." Do you know what would make me happy?" he interrupted and then her entire perspective changed."No. What would make you happy?" she asked, suddenly really wanting to know what would make him happy."If you could spend some more time with me."Vanessa felt her face break out in a smile. "Of course. I'd be happy to. He cursed the woman who had partly blinded him, Maureen Fellowes. He had done some research on her and found she was a Priestess of a Wiccan coven. He shivered at the thought of ever meeting her again. He smiled ruefully that he had been invited to join that same coven. He wasn’t interested in that ‘crap’ he called it.It was when he got out of his car he knew something was wrong. His three dogs were not barking at his arrival, nor rushing out to greet him.He instinctively went for his gun in.