I worked for Bank of America in California, so I gave it a shot and they were expanding. I’ll be a teller, but everybody starts at teller.”Georgia...nodded in understanding, and then glanced at her other friend. Barbara seemed out of it for some reason. “Barb, what’s wrong? You’ve just been moping around all afternoon!”“It’s nothing.” Barbara couldn’t imagine explaining the truth. My husband won’t fuck me, so I have to use a vibrator constantly! No way could she say that!“It doesn’t sound like. Then he suddenly left me, got up & lighted a cigarette. Then he sat on a chair, puffing. It was sudden interval, just when I was expecting a lot of action.I asked, "what happened?" you have got what you wanted", replied sumeet, "you had an orgasm, didn't you?"I kept quiet. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to beg to make love to me. And I was in desperate need.Thus I walked up to him, leaned forward and kissed him. He looked up and smiled, but kept on smoking. He was playing. Then I. She thought about texting back something snarky, about forwarding the text to her friends, about hurling the phone, about pretending she’d never seen his words. But she had to know, and her worries were mixed with an electric shockwave of excitement flowing through her blood. She opened the closet and began searching for an outfit.Half an hour later she buzzed the box of his apartment, still blushing from the catcalls she’d gotten while walking over. Tall leather boots and a conspicuously short. I straddled him, our bodies melting into one another, and suddenly he picked me up and threw me on the bed. He touched and kissed and devoured every inch of me, slowly, tenderly, like I was the most delicious sexy woman he'd seen. He sucked my breasts, hands reaching between my thighs, exploring me sensuously, touching me and looking at me, hovering above me like a panther ready to pounce. After I had gotten so aroused that I couldn't take it anymore, I begged him to get inside of me. He was.