My eyes bore into every inch of her nakedness as if judging her as she buckles under the intensity of my gaze. I’m very careful to portray the righ... look on my face, one of detachment, no hint of my desire, almost portraying a look of disappointment and displeasure at what he I was watching. Even though I have just brought her to orgasm, the way I’m looking at her makes her tremble with excitement. I turn away and look out of the window. Opposite is the office block, various people can be seen. Oh, god! Why was she so horny? The thought crossed her mind for only a second, then she fell into its trance.She came within minutes and fell asleep soon after.Carl was looking at the pictures from the most recent shoots. He'd immediately sent the breakfast shoots online; he thought they were so good. And he was liking what he saw from today. He especially liked the pink latex shoot for some reason. It was the light on her hose, he thought. He loved shiny hose on a girl. He would have to work. ”She hung up. This was disgusting. It was beyond disgusting. She was tempted to call Tina but decided against it. There would be time for Tina later.“Later” turned out to be the Monday morning after the prom.“I hate you, bitch.”Washington, DC, back in the dayThat was pretty much the end of any contact between them until Raptor finished grad school and found her way to Washington, DC. She wanted to put her MPA degree to good use, one of thousands of college graduates who figured a graduate. We were glued to it, tangled it in. I kept hearing the nuns and the aunts and relatives warning me, but all their screaming voices together could not drown the tantalizing whispers of Martha Jane. And the more my eyes lit up with pleasure, the more Martha Jane saw it and gloated on it.She gave a low, dirty chuckle and breathed, "You like it. You like being like this with me." She kept looking into my eyes, directly into them, into my cornea and through the optic nerves and into my brain. As she.