Make her cum for me. You can put your cock wherever you want, Priya won’t mind. You know that?” Sam’s confident tone always reassured me and aro...sed me.“But do you know what she really likes? She likes it when you make love to her like a man should. So make sure you do that. She needs it.”We spoke some more but it was clear that Sam was going to be busy, her client paid her well and she was good at what she did.I went downstairs and enjoyed coffee with my son and his girlfriend while they got. I lay lounging in my panties and t-shirt, my painted red toenails like beacons at the far end of my long legs, matching my equally red nails on my manicured hands.Red is a suggestive color not lost to women, a color that both inflames and arouses, the hue inside the soft flesh of our labia, mimicked by red lipstick on lips that cover another desirable feminine orifice with warmth and moisture, within for men to prod, enjoy, and seed, the essence of our existence, only my lips were bare, soft. You had to act fast, but you've planned everything perfectly. You snatched the car keys from the valet, and you got some sleeping pills from a shady guy you know. Plus you live in a fairly secluded area that you can take her to. Your heart races as you begin to enact your plan to rape Emma Watson.You've fantasized about Ms. Watson since you first saw her. It started out innocent, just masturbating to pictures of her on the internet. Then you found some fake nude photos of her, and you started. "What are you doing?" she asks. I sit there on my knees with my feet tuckedunder the bed. I can't force any words out of my mouth. I think I'm goingto throw up. She sees the anxiety on my face. "What are you hiding?" sheasks suddenly in a voice that conveys both anger and concern. "N...Nothing," I stammer. Now she knows I'm hiding something. "Stand up,"she commands, "What are you doing in here?" The questions come too fast forme to handle; I just sit there. "Stand up!" she orders again. I feel.