When I circle flat his nipples, Grayson growls low in his throat and thrusts his tongue deeper in my mouth in response. My hands delve lower and lower...as his tongue traces along the inside of my upper lip. I force my hands between our bodies, sliding under the waistband of his saturated boxers. My fingers curve around his thick member, and I purr in pure, feminine satisfaction. His cock is a long shaft of vulnerably soft skin covering solid masculine perfection. My hands can barely wrap around. It's hard to justify rape when the client walks into the party room, strips her own clothes off and demands to be fucked like a slut!Damn few paid any attention to the warning at the front door about the recording, and even fewer ever learned about it, as long as they just don't get stupid and try to blame the shop for their own actions. Jess started the party room after some friends complained about not having a truly private place for a . . . shall we say . . . wild party. It proved very. I paced around the house for every minute that they were away, and the moment his dad's sedan came to a rest in our driveway, I was out there to reclaim my daughter. She gave him a 'thank-you' peck on the cheek, which was fine by me.It got a bit easier as Mary-Lou went out on more dates, and came back unharmed every time. Eddie Anson was a regular date; they had fun together but it would never be serious. Some boys only got one date, others came and went.I didn't ask what went on during her. " He laughed. "My favorite words? I think you know my favorite words are I love you." "God, you're cheesy. I love you too." "But you're right, you do sound a bit less clinical saying pussy rather than vagina." "Shut up." I hit him on the shoulder. "Keep hitting me, I like the way your boobs move when you do." "You suck," I said. "You seem to like it." I moaned. "So what?" I still hadn't shared with Jake this fantasy that had been boiling inside of me. I obviously couldn't ask one of my friends.