"He then interupted me again as his body language and demeanor was not interested in anything that I was saying. Joe was only interested in one thing ...here he asked, "So you were saying that I could fuck you raw for free? No strings attached? I could just hit it and quit it without paying you a fucking cent?"I replied while I sat back in my seat and played with my pussy lips, "Yes, that was what I said." I then explained to Joe that I wasn't a prostitute only a girl who loves showing off my. ...you moan and lean towards my hand an thrust up to me....but, I tell you no and push you back down...lean down and kiss you like a man and tell you when you can satisfy me like a man, I will cancel my plans and stay with you. But I cannot take the chance of having you fuck me like a 10 yr. old. So I tell you to stroke it yourself and I turn and go back to the dresser. I sit back down and look at you in the mirror and watch as you rub and stroke your baby dick. I know you are watching me and I. She silently berated herself for being such an idiot. He wasn’t interested in her. He had a fucking girlfriend! She tried to gather her composure, but she could still hear Rose’s voice mocking her. ‘Can I sit here?’ Chris asked. She smiled up at him as he passed over his wine glass. ‘What are you doing out here?’ ‘I overheard what happened, thought you might want some company.’ Gemma put her head on his shoulder and let the tears roll down her face. Chris wanted nothing more than to bang. I kissed her, hard, yet tenderly. One hand around my neck, pulling me close, the other hand dropping, rubbing me through my trousers, her fingers finding the zip, the belt fumbled open. Her hand gripped me, stroking me, almost unbearably. She broke the moment, turning and kneeling on the stool, offering herself to me. I went to remove the knickers. “Leave them.” I could see her in the mirror, breasts hanging firmly, hair sticking to her face, eyes blazing as she caught my gaze. I stepped.