.. ““Inadequate?”She smiled as she reached for his bulge. “Yes. I would say that describes it quite aptly.”He pulled her to him. “I hate a...service that is just adequate,” he told her. “Show me this dining table. I’ll show you what excellence is.” Alan Alan sat back in his chair holding his half-filled glass of wine. The steak had been excellent, just as Bradley said it would be. He felt satisfied and the wine had given him an air of calm. He looked at his watch. It was almost eight forty-five. She remains silent and shivering. Cate smiles. Several seconds of silence follows, the auburn haired woman still pawing at the skirt. “Let me be completely honest with you. I intend to fuck you.”“What?” Janice asks, clearly horrified.“Oh yes,” Cate says, still smiling. I have to make a point to you and the others here. I have to make sure you all understand that you are no longer in control of your fates, your actions or your lives.”“Fuck me?” Janice repeats, stunned beyond coherent. While my hangover was still making coherent thought difficult, the lookin Am?lie?s eyes sent a burst of adrenaline through my system. I becameaware that my clothes didn?t fit, beyond my pants, my shirt was hangingdown to just below my knees. And what I thought in the darkened room wasmy blanket obscuring my vision was clearly a pair of breasts. My mindimmediately shot toward the bizarre dream I had.I read fantasy novels, enjoyed Lord of the Rings in theatres, and I hadseen the Harry Potter. Before long her other hand began to stray down to her thighs where they would roam up and down their length; her fingertips gently caressing the tender skin on the inside of her thighs. Each time they slid up her thigh they would go just a little higher. I could smell her arousal and I was getting pretty worked up too. My cock was straining against the fabric of my shorts and desperately wanted to be set free. Her hand slipped under the hem of her skirt and she shuddered as she moaned again..