“Then what?” Allan prompted. “Then I’d lap dance with him, like this” she said, accentuating her pelvic movements. “I’d take his hand an... place it on my panties so he could feel my wetness…” she went on, pausing periodically as if living and telling the story in real time. “That’d be nice to rub my arse all over his hard cock. Then I’d let him put his fingers inside my panties and touch me…” Beth moved Allan’s hand to position him, “Oh, yes ...right here” she said, her body jumping slightly as. And it wouldn’t now, out in this desert. He could remember grabbing his gun and his gear. Out of habit, he had almost grabbed his corporate cadet uniform on the way out, before realising he’d probably never wear it again. He could remember the whispered commands his father gave, as he told his son to shoot first, and ask questions later. Luckily, the two guards at the door to the shuttle bay had been more surprised than him and his father. Val hadn’t had to shoot. Two very hard punches had. You ask me if I have written any more stories and I tell you that I haven’t written one in quite awhile. Your drinks are starting to have an effect and you tell me you would like to have another one. Then you lean in and ask me if the stories are based on actual experience. I tell you that they are fiction but that I love to do everything I write about in them. You look at me and then lightly and quickly run your hand on my thigh so that no one notices. More jokes are being told and you are. He was honestly just as confident in his cunnilingus as he was in his massages—and for the same reasons. Chloe’s libido had been tempered thoroughly by her socio-political ideas, but she always managed to feel empowered by him going down on her. More and more so, in fact, the more experienced and proficient he became at it.“Are you really ready?” he asked, trying to keep his own excitement out of his voice.Stephanie quickly nodded, peeking through her fingers.“Okay,” he said heavily, taking a.