I kept looking right into her eyes and she into mine. She tried to look like a scientist observing an animal and its behavior. My strokes became more ...nd more animal like but has hard as she tried, she could not hide her own arousal any more. Her hands nervously screeched her arms and changed her seating position constantly but she never took her eyes off of the action.My whole body was tense now. Every muscle was tight. While stroking my dick, I played with my muscles on my flat stomach and. I began to get butterflies and feel flushed, I must have been very naive or tipsy from the drinks because it was only then did I really start to clue in about the possibilities and potential of where this evening could go.And as much as I was turned on, I was also very nervous, I was basically a virgin sissy who plays alone with little toys, and now here I am, very buzzed and vulnerable, scantily half dressed in lingerie, in the home of a man who would be best described as looking like a WWE. She shook her head. "I don't want to be on my own." I can understand that. How about lying out on the sofa while I hold your hand?" I need you to go on holding me." OK but I still think some sleep would do you good so why don't you lie along the sofa with your head on my shoulder and both my arms round you?" OK."She wriggled round into position and then wriggled a bit more to get comfortable. He wrapped his arms gently round her and she snuggled into them."Comfy?" Mmm." Sleep tight, little. At least if they ran late, she wouldn't have far to go. They sat at his kitchen table and spread out books and print-outs all over the place as they worked. When they went over a point for the third time that night George got--not abusive, since it didn't call for that--but loud and strong. He expected Faith to take it in stride and smile and remind him about the dumb mistakes he had made. Instead she started crying and saying that she would never be any good at this sort of thing. She got up.