"Your nothing more than a whore, aworthless whore, better hurry up there and get the thing you'll begetting for awhile a cock full of sperm." I finish...my makeup and exitthe bathroom and walk towards my neighbor, he turns the tv to a musicchannel and tells me to dance for him. Good thing I watched that videoearlier, and try to work my hips for him. As I do he stands and undoeshis pants as the fall to the floor, his cock pokes out of his boxers,and stands a good 7 inches or so. "Come hear slut,". At least when he did it, there was some possibility that he might let her come. But when it was just her, she was obliged to follow his instructions and so even as her body built towards orgasm, she knew it would never come. It only increased the throbbing agony. Her teeth sunk into her lip, her narrow hips lifting off the bed as her fingers moved. Close. Closer. Her breath shuddered out as she pulled her hand away. Her body slumped back down onto the bed, wound up and desperate.She didn’t move. Welcome, love." An elegant kiss on her hand, whereupon he held her chair while she sat down.The dinner was perfect and elegant, of course. A small orchestra played Händel, Mozart and Vivaldi, the conversation was witty and spirited, never really vulgar, though many hints were dropped about the purpose of the evening.As nine o'clock drew closer Alyssia felt her anticipation harder and harder. With starry eyes she looked at Alexander and whispered: "I'm really getting nervous about this,. Linda stood behind me and looked at the screen over my shoulder. “Not bad so far.” She started, “So, they met in a supermarket. Didn’t we meet in a supermarket?” “Oh maybe, come to think of it.” I responded, “Look, I take my inspiration wherever I can get it. I looked at you and my frozen dinner almost defrosted in my hand, if I remember correctly.” Linda crouched down behind me and rested her chin on my shoulder as she continued reading my story on the screen. I could feel her curly blonde.