" He took her hand gently and she let him wrap her fingers around the warm, hard, enthusiastic shaft of his adult cock. She let him remind her how to ...rip it lightly, and how to pull slowly up and down, pumping it for him. She was actually excited that she was doing something to make him feel good. He twisted slightly and reached for one of the Tupperware containers. Gently prying her fingers from around his urgently throbbing cock, he dipped her hand almost to the wrist in the cool sticky. After I recovered from my pain, I looked at her in anger, & confusion.“Wait a freaking minute. Are you telling my YOU were controlling my body, & making me do all that stuff to you?” I said in anger.“Yup!” She says cutely. “& considering you just fucked a hotly like me, I don’t see how you can complain.”I straiten my poster in an angrily position. “Not complain? NOT COMPLAIN? YOU SCARED ME HALF TO DEATH, & MADE ME THINK MY LIFE WAS OVER YOU STUPID......B-BITCH!” That actually was me.She then. "The store I work at doesn't sell mattresses. We only sell furniture. And I don't test the furniture. I just sell it." Sorry," he said dramatically. "Do you sometimes walk people around the store to show them furniture?" Of course, Dummy," she said."So you get paid for "ESCORTING," people around the store."No, Kyle," she said exasperatedly. "I do the escort stuff for free." So you're an unpaid escort?" he asked. I saw where he was leading her and changed the subject again."So Kyle, what IS Reid. It is an arousal of mouse kisses, utterly maddening and devastating in its effectiveness. My body is trembling in every part when the champagne is gone, and John’s eyes are scary again. I look away, but he’s not allowing it. His deft fingers grasp my chin and turn my head back. ‘Look at me Cara’…a request this time, his gentle words as effective as a horse whip. My eyes are dragged back. One hand continues to cup my face while the other charts a course in my vagina, tenderly thrusting with his.