Her favorites generally involved anal sex between two good looking "actors". While she would watch these, I moved from her tits to her thighs, kissing...over the smooth, even skin of her stomach, relishing the contact with her delicious flesh. When I reached her thighs, I would kiss and lick on the inner part of one thigh or another in the groin area where it is really sensitive. This is a turn on for anyone. I would then part the lips of her cunt and expose her clit which was fairly large and. There was a fleeting urge to say a simple hello but she felt ridiculous in doing so; so she kept quiet. He was near; she caught the sound of his footsteps and breathing. He was behind her chair. Every muscle tensed and she braced for whatever he might say or do to her. Fingers delicately toyed with her hair, brushing it away from her neck. He slowly ran his fingers up and down the right side of her neck. Tilting her head into his hand, she rubbed her cheek to caress him, much like a cat nudging. A young man walked throughthe shop and stared at the novelties. He saw deflated love dolls, gargoylebird baths, mannequins and a series of the most lovely female statues youever seen.Making his way to the front counter, he heard the sound of someone movingabout the back room. A little bell on the counter had a sign that read: RINGFOR SERVICE. He ran it and saw a little old man step out through a beadedcurtain. His pointy hat had moons and stars on it like his wizard robe."May I help you,. It is the sound of the door opening that alerts me I am not alone. But it is done so quietly that I am well aware it's been done in such a way as not to alert me of a presence. Curious, I decide to say nothing. Doing nothing is easy, I can't. But now I am curious for there is no sound, no spoken word other than the almost too cautious, too quiet sound of footsteps approaching my bed."Told you I'd come back," she whispers almost too quietly for even me to hear her. I almost reply to that, then.