You, in turn, are going to give me pleasure. But I intend to be in control, and I am quite certain control is what you need.? ?You can’t do this... Let me go!? Donna retorted. ?I don’t want this. I want to go home.? ?You need this Donna, even if you are not aware of it.? Moving in until they were eye to eye. ?And I don’t believe you really want to go home,? whispering in her ear ?do you?? ?Y..yes, yes! Please take these off of me.? ?You may remove them yourself Donna. The keys. She spread her legs and put a hand on his, encouraging him to continue. He broke the kiss, grabbing her wrists and putting them up over her head. "Leave those hands up there," he commanded. Chelsea grabbed the bottom of the headboard to keep her hands busy. He then pulled her t-shirt up over her head and off her, pooling the fabric up on her outstretched arms. With her body spread, naked, and ready for him, he leaned over her and placed his hot mouth over her wet sex, his tongue finding her. She pushed back a long strand of her light brown hair from her forehead as she spoke. "Iced tea." "Then that's what I'd like, please, Ms. Heloise." "You know, while we're working together in here, why don't you call me Helen. We'll save Ms. Heloise for outside." As she left the room, Andy watched her walk away, his eyes following every move of her trim legs and firm buttocks. "Stop that," he told himself. But he was too late, and the straining bulge behind his zipper began again. "No wonder you. I’m Matt. I’ll be your friendly neighborhood bartender, at least for the next couple hours. So if you need anything, let me know,” he said with a smile. “Well, thank you bartender Matt,” she said as she took her first sip of the Irish nectar. “I’m Camryn... some call me Cami. I’ll be your patron for the next couple of hours.” They both laughed, and he said “excuse me for a second” as he walked away to help another customer. She watched him as he moved down the bar… not bad. He was tall, about.