I disentangled myself and went to the bathroom to clean myself, as Idouched I realised that I could feel very little, I had some sensationwhile douchi...g, but nothing like the amazing sensations I felt whilemaking love. I filed this away to think about later, and discuss withAmy.Walking past the mirror I glanced at myself and saw the heavy lidded,full lipped, tousled hair reflection of a girl who has just had sex!I slipped on a nightie and slithered my way into bed next to him, hopingfor more of. Christie was standing there and waiting for her order. She checked me out again. I smiled politely. She introduced herself and we started up a conversation. She was British and slightly awkward with her flirting.“What’s a young lady like you doing out here alone?” she asked.“I’m not that young,” I answered. “I’m in my early thirties.”“Well you look much younger,” she told me.It wasn’t the smoothest compliment, but I was interested in her and her partner. I decided not to beat around the. They find it hard to do anything except letch at me. I love how they stare with such wistful longing as I sashay around the open plan, ass swaying, hips wiggling, the unattainable object of desire. It amuses me how easy it is to get them worked up. I sit at my desk, legs crossed, hem riding high, pleasantly conscious that every male in the vicinity is craning to get a better view. It gives me a sadistic buzz to imagine all the imprisoned, frustrated dicks getting hard for me as their owners. I looked at the window and a man in a suit was standing outside with his finger over his lips. He motioned for me to come outside and disappeared from my sight. I didn't have a weapon to grab so I reached under my desk and got my old combat stiletto I had taped to the leg. I went out the door leading to the small porch off my study, and found him sitting on the step behind the big bush waiting on me. I immediately figured he was trying to stay out of sight by the way he was hunched looking.