She stood there for me to see."Here I come, Russell," she said as she crawled up on the bed and lay down beside me."Touch me, Russell, touch me all ov...r. Feel me everywhere. I want your hands all over me."Her skin was like silk, so soft, warm, I ran my hands all over her, over her breasts, so firm, but with a softness underneath, nipples hard like little pebbles, down her stomach, up over her mound, then my hand cupping down between her legs as she opened them for me. There was moisture along. My head twisted back and forth, the gag in my mouth stopping all but the most pitiful of whimpers from being heard while unknown people pawed at my naked flesh.How had this happened? Memories swirled in my mind as I tried to pull away from the mauling fingers that pinched and grabbed at me. I had been enjoying a well deserved vacation from the hell my divorce had been, laying beside the pool sipping an exotic drink liberally laced with rum and letting the sun bake away my problems. That was one. Sophia hatte mitbekommen, dass es wohl irgendwelche Probleme gab, die so schwerwiegend waren, dass ihr Mann sie noch weniger beachtetet als sonst und die ihm seit Tagen den Schlaf raubten.Leider wollte er auch darüber nicht mit ihr sprechen, so dass Sophia nur ahnen konnte, dass es um eine Investition in Russland ging bei der ihr Mann sich wohl übernommen hatte und über die der Geschäftsfreund heute mit ihm verhandeln wollte.Nur war ihr Mann nicht da, da sein Flug ausgefallen war und so saß der. I couldn't forget it, though.As I watched her chew, her delicate features so innocent and adorable, I was suddenly consumed with rage. This little bitch, who I had thought to be so innocent, was a conniving, manipulative little whore. In order to avoid a little parental discipline, she had wreaked havoc upon my career aspirations."So," I thought, "I was wrong. Tawdry thoughts have crossed this little cunt's mind."If she could imagine herself getting fucked, at least coherently enough to invent.