I kissed him and we went off to sleep after making him promise that what ever happened between us has to be a secret. He was more than happy with that... Next morning i gave him a big breakfast teasing him that he had to recoup all the energy he spent the previous night. He enjoyed his food and wanted to have sex before he went to work. He was like a child in a candy shop! I had to tell him that he has to wait till he came back from work. He was slightly disappointed but i kissed him and told him. "Jenny, please don't," I pleaded half-heartedly. I was afraid of whatshe was doing, and of the feelings it was causing within me. Iknew that if I didn't stop her quickly, I'd give in to temptation. Andthat would hurt Anya. I forced myself to remove her hand from mybreast - which took far more willpower than it should have.Jenny sat back and looked at me, her soft eyes so inviting, her lipstantalizingly kissable. She fumbled around and opened the door,then she pulled herself out of the car. As. He gripped her hair harder, keeping her head in place with his face close to hers. His stare was steady, unflinching, powerful. She could not tear away. The intimacy of the moment was too much to bear, the full shared knowledge of his complete and utter dominance over her passing between their eyes. He lifted her glass of liquor, still sitting on the table and, without looking away, held it up to her lips. “Drink,” he ordered, and tightened his fist in her hair as he tilted the liquid into her. We would lubricate each other with lotion and, as I described, she would slide all the way up so that my penis was in the valley between her legs. Her arms were beside my shoulders as she arched her back above me. Her breasts were right above my face and sometimes I pulled her down so that my face was buried in her breasts. Other times, I would stroke her arms. Her triceps were flexed from holding herself up. I could stroke up the outside of her arms, then down her back all the way to her.