”“I’m sensing that you’re stressed.” He looked around. “Let’s go to my office. No sense in having witnesses to my death.”I followed hi.... This is a great place to work. I’d hate to leave it for the sake of my daughter’s virtue.We got to his office, closed the door. Dan doesn’t do that ‘sit across the desk and look intimidating’ thing, not with me. I consider him the best of friends, but... “Dan, I’m worried here, and nearly outraged. And certainly conflicted. Sim is a bit more philosophical than. Okay, seriously, I need to know if I’m right. ‘Makes you wonder how elves developed,’ I remark, pointedly. ‘It almost seems as if we developed on different worlds.’ I glare at Demetra, and for a moment, I see shock, and then what I am two percent sure is fear but might just be amusement, and then a poker face. Yeah, poker face – a term coined by the Elves. In their culture. Their other-worldly culture. ‘…Right. Now, shall we begin the tour?’ ‘Yes, please,’ I respond, smiling warmly. Trishka. You’re going to come just from me fucking you, none of this jerking off shit.” She took my hands, put them behind my head and pinned them there. “Lift your ass up a bit off the bed.”I did what she said, and fuck was I glad I did. The angle had changed between us slightly, so her cock head was rubbing against my prostate on every stoke. She lowered her head and kissed me deeply, tongue working its way around my mouth and mine around hers. The intensity of the pleasure was unbelievable. Each time. "The concert isabout to start!"That gave me more of a drive to get out of bed. As soon as we'd arrivedhome after the early morning flight, I'd changed back into my pajamasand dove into bed. Staying up late the night before hadn't helpedmatters any. But they were replaying my concert on TV tonight, and Idefinitely wanted to watch it.I opened my eyes and groaned again. It was Emily, my best friend, tryingto awaken me, and she was giving me a big smile, one of those smilesthat are hard to say no.