I could only imagine how uncomfortable he might be with that monster trapped within its cloth prison. Pressed up against it, and him like this, I coul... feel the growing attraction between us. He had taken me the night before, made me his bitch. It had been the most intense sexual experience of my life.In my Rapture-fueled frenzy, I wanted, craved more.When we returned to the booth, Alexis corralled my arm, offered our excuses and escorted me to the Ladies Room. I did my business in the stall,. An old-fashioned Bunsen burner was heating an old tin pan of water. The placard on the table described the gold rush of the 1840's and how these devices played their modest roles in feeding the miners. But, there was another, darker reason for the display of these simple, mundane utensils."You've already triggered this insidious device," the proprietor was explaining, "so let me demonstrate what happens when it reaches body temperature."He placed it into the pan of warm water and stood back,. How I enjoy just being next to you, holding you close. My leg moves on top of yours and they entwine as we shift sleepily, and I drift off into dreams again. Again I wake, dozy, still dark, except for the steaks of moonlight caressing our forms. I turn over again and your back is to me. I place my hand on your hip and lightly trace circles on your back with the other. You spoon up against me and take my hand from your hip and bring it around to the front on your flat tummy. Quietly you sigh and. ” I wanted the comment to hurt. It never seemed to faze him though. He bent down to tie his shoe and on the way back up, his hand found itself gliding up my thigh and under my little black dress and on my ass. No one noticed even though I jumped a little. “You sure? He seems a little, well, beta. Repressed. I can’t imagine that does it for you.” He asked and put his hand in my underwear, slipping his middle finger into the crack of my ass. He pushed, my pucker resisting his invasion.“Stop it..