I wrapped a leg around his waist, pulling him closer as his lips parted from mine but never leaving my skin as he kissed his way along my jaw and bega... working on my neck which drove me crazy. His soft bites and kisses had me digging my nails into his tee-shirt clad back trying to pull him closer. My moans were uncontrollable as he worshiped my neck. I felt his hands slid down my body until his fingers were rubbing my clit through the outside of my pants. I pushed into him harder. Pulling back,. I couldn’t move. With his free hand he grabbed the back of my slacks and began struggling to pull them down. He moved his hand to my hips and pulled as far as they would go, then moved to my other hip and pulled. I could feel them slipping down my ass. “No, please don’t,” I begged. He didn’t answer, but was now sliding my slacks and panties down my thighs. I felt them fall in a bunch around my ankles. He yelled for me to step out of them. I was pleading with him to stop, but deep inside. The knock sounded like thunder.A young woman answered. She was wearing a gray business dress with jacket. Her hair was tied back and her green eyes seemed to flick over him, measuring, weighing him. She was slightly taller, even without the heels she was wearing. The impression he got from her was that of a stern demanding woman, though her frame was small and petite. Giving him a menacing look she said, "Your not a Jehovah's Witness are you?" Oh, no ma'am!" Are you selling anything?" No, no,. Go figure. I had seen him across the mall at his own table apparently selling audio tapes of some unknown content, and we had exchanged a few polite nods when our eyes had met between the throngs of people surveying the wares of the dealers there. ‘This is my future,’ I laughed with unmasked disdain as I waved my hand over the table of my paltry wares and gauche get-up. Why pretend I was anything other than what I really was. He knew I was a fraud. He chuckled, his long, thin face adorned with.