”“I did, sort of.”“Explain.”“I thought it sounded hot. I imagined you doing that, got excited. I would never wish to diminish you. I thoug...t about how amazing it was that you could just do that; I doubt I could.”I smiled. “It could have been an act of slut. Only Stone’s approach made it otherwise. Consider two points. First, I can think of little in the way of fantasy that would be wrong to stoke a slut’s desire. Second, your goal was very different. Why did you imagine me drinking?”“I thought. Her arousal heightens at the touch. I let my body naturally take control with thrusting with her. we get our tempo going, I open my eyes and in the dark I see her silhouette. She put her hair in a pony tail some point. The pony tail bouncing up down each with it over her right shoulder in front of her. Her hair smelled a beautiful fruit smell kinda citrus smelling. I breath in deeply to smell the aroma from her hair and our sex filling the room. I feel her lean in, she kisses me, then again and. I was told to go home and to get a good lawyer. I though ‘Shit, this is it.’ Then I remembered somebody I had met two weeks earlier at a Lakers game.“You know Melanie Renault? Well, she’d gone through much worse shit, and I thought, maybe she has some advice. Before I knew it, I was represented by a partner from her uncle’s entertainment law firm, even pro bono at first. Her name is Jane McCauley, and she was a life saver. In less than a day, she had the preliminary police reports, and two. ” “Bye, Mia,” Cora sing-songy called after us as Anthony smoothly slipped his hand behind my back to lead. Anthony was in his late 40’s, but the aging process was treating him kindly. He towered over me at about 6’3, broad-shouldered and toned with a cultured, dad body middle section. His energy was relaxed; sensual and intimate. “Vodka, gin, whiskey? What’s your preference?” he questioned, looping behind the bar of a well-stocked man cave. “I’d love a gin and tonic,” I decided. “I was a.