You're gettin' what you want. Why not take it a little easier on us."“Am I?” he looked at me, hard eyed. “Am I getting' what I want?” His look...was enough to stop me. “You people think you can just play with me? You been usin' me, and that's what is.”“Look, Brown, we're not using you,” I protested. “She likes you a lot and wants to get with you, but don't you think you're really making it hard for her?”“Look Mister Lieutenant, your cunt is home pining away for my dick and you know it. And not. "Don't worry Sherry," He thought to himself, "there's more to come."He then moved his hands down to her kneecaps. He grabbed them first, but quickly realized how awkward they felt that his hand and he moved his palms up. Now he was at the bottom of her thighs and it felt much better. He moved both hands up her right and left thigh and while he was doing so was pushing almost massaging the muscles. He then thought better of it and removed his hands. He put them back at the starting position at. In my favourite coffee shop, I was getting a takeaway for my other half who was working all day. When who should walk in but Julie. She’d moved away from town a little while ago, but, as it turned out, was back in home for a couple of days. I got a huge hug and a kiss - this was a lady who I would take to bed in a heartbeat - and not for sleeping either. The look and the hug said it all. Reluctantly we stood back and stopped when we saw the startled look of the Coffee shop owner - a friend of. She had a tattoo on her neck, one Antoinette had not noticed from her angle earlier. And from how the woman was speaking, she was more than a little drunk. Perhaps that had been the key to Jack’s success?“Hello,” Antoinette said, grinning her devil’s grin at the woman.“This is Alex,” Jack said, sliding into the booth. “She listens to that god awful dubstep crap.”Alex punched the Ventrue in the arm. “Sorry my stuff makes you want to move your body, instead of put in earplugs.”A bit of that.