Yes, wanted his cock inside her... I want to fuck him, she thought suddenly. I want him to fuck me... fuck me... fuck me! I'm a whore, aren't I, nothi...g but a whore, and that's what whores want, isn't it? To be fucked... fucked... fucked... !Her hand began to make tiny circular motions on his stomach, rubbing gently, teasingly, dipping lower until it was just about to the waistband of his jockey shorts. He looked down at her hand, not comprehending, not understanding at all. "What the hell are. No-one touches you and you know you are not allowed to touch yourself and that familiar tingle starts deep inside of you. It builds and builds and you know this will be immense. As the strangers continue to take turns targeting your clit you start to explode in a mind blowing orgasm and than - darkness. As you slowly start to remember the events of the evening - not certain whether or not it was a dream, you feel the rush of air on your nipples and in your hair again. You let your hand slide. That was before—’ ‘But I want to tell you. I don’t want you getting the wrong idea about the kind of man I am.’ Her eyes fluttered open again, and she looked as though she were holding her breath. She probably thought he’d been a wild playboy. ‘My grandmother brought me up to respect women, and to have self-respect for myself too.’ He grinned at her. ‘Although she never discussed anything about the birds and the bees with me, I knew well enough that if she ever found out I was acting like some. ‘What am I doing?’ she thought to herself.The young woman spoke again. “Hello?” she asked.Tricia lifted her head and mustered up enough courage to reply, “Yes, hello. Sorry. Mr. Kane requested that I call and make an appointment.”“Your name?” the young female voice asked. Tricia could picture her lips curl into a coy grin.“Tricia.”A long pause made Tricia very uncomfortable. She considered hanging up and not pursuing the matter any further.“From the restaurant?” the woman finally asked.Tricia.