I can feel my sweet honey trickling down my inner thigh. I feel uncomfortable and out of my element; I want to go to the restroom to freshen up but am...frozen in place. You stroke slowly my outer lips and gently nudging my legs apart; your thumb pushes past, and presses against my pulsing clit. You make slow circular motions, my heart races, feeling flushed, I am nervous and slightly embarrassed, but my body betrays me and is alive and wanting. You push two fingers inside while still teasing my. Let’s say… an alliance…’ ‘An alliance?’ Now he really did have her puzzled. ‘I’ll put my cards fairly and squarely on the table,’ he told her, stopping a couple of feet away. He raised his glass and pointed a finger over the rim. ‘Your little charade suggests you’ve been checking me out, Sandra. I have no idea why, but naturally you’ve found nothing of value. There’s nothing to find, you see. I’m a legitimate businessman.’ He paused, observing her reaction. She was trying to concentrate but. ”He smiled, leaning down to kiss her before taking the chain in his hand, leading her down the corridor towards the laughter and the light.***Jason.Master.The nicknamed seemed so perfect.It began with little instructions. Sometimes, these were late night text messages ordering Kate not to bother wearing panties for work the following day (she didn’t; Jason rewarding her obedience with a knee-trembling lunchtime orgasm in her office, Kate squirting over his face as he ate her pussy). Others were. “I don’t think so boyo. She ran away from you in fear, and confessed to a friend of ours that you were violent to her, so no way are you going to intimidate her.”“Sally is no liar: she never said I was violent. You got that from Judith Connor. Miss Connor might have assumed that, but it’s not true. Ask her yourself. We had a good marriage until she started an affaire, and she ran away when it was discovered, I assume, because she was ashamed of herself.”“Listen here Mr Latimer, if she wanted to.