This time we got a look, though from a woman, who had the facial expression of someone sucking a lemon, who probably thought the short skirt on a matu...e women a little trashy. OK I thought, this might take a little longer. To save Julie's legs, as she was wearing heels I asked her to take the escalator up again. As I followed I noticed a youngish lad, maybe 20 years I thought, with slightly greasy long hair behind her, a little closer than normal. 'Put 1 leg on the next step' I said over the. Eventually she broke away, a smile in her eyes. ‘Good night, Bob, and thank you. See you Thursday.’ ‘Thursday. Goodnight, Julie.’ There had definitely been less tension in her when I kissed her goodnight this time, but I could still feel it. I masturbated in the shower again. Tuesday and Wednesday were boring. Okay, I met up with my client and we agreed a deal that would bring me a lot of money, but the hotel room was lonely and I realized I was really missing being with Julie. I took a mental. I want you. I mean to have you. And if you scream, you scream. Maybe mom and dad will throw me out. Maybe they'll call the cops." He leaned in close to drive his next malevolent words home, "but I want you to understand I've considered all those possibilities and I don't give a shit. This is going to happen and I don't care what happens after."With that, he removed his hand, and I didn't scream - couldn't scream. The idea of my mother and father catching us fucking made my throat numb.. "A growl started in my belly. Inga lowered her head so her face was within inches of my penis."Gimme," she whispered. "Shoot."Her strokes were long pulls one after the other. The growl moved up into my throat."That's it. Let it all out. All of your love juice. Show me you love me." Inga focused on her emotions, not the physical act. "I love you, Mr. Marcus." I love you, too." What was I supposed to say? Start some philosophical discussion about the difference between love and lust, between.