She lay back on the bed now, with me kneeling alongside. I leant forward and took the nearest nipple gently in my lips and pulled slightly as I kissed...it.She groaned almost inaudibly as I ran my finger tips round the other. Her fingers grazed my shaft through the cloth and then gripped me, urgently moving her hand, sliding it lightly up and down, pulling the skin with her in an exquisite move of pleasure. My turn to groan through a mouthful of nipple.I slid my hand down her tummy, snapping open. So I knocked on the window, she unlocked the door and I sat in. She asked me if I had dinner, I said no. She said even she didn’t have, so we went ahead for dinner at Blue Nile Restaurant. Dinner was quite awkward. She didn’t speak, I tried to break the ice but she would answer me in one word. We were done with our dinner, we directly headed towards her home. Let me tell you guys her house was amazingly beautiful, one could guess how well her husband might be earning.We went in, she told me to. Ellen could tell that Stephen was counting silently. When he reached thirty, he got out of bed. That does it, he said. No! He ignored her. She considered going after him, but it was too late. She heard his footsteps padding down the hall. Voices came through the wall, muffled. Stephen said, Whats wrong kitten? Sarahs little voice was choked with tears: The monster! The monster is in my closet again! Oh, kitten, theres nothing there. Will you look and see? Theres nothing there baby, I promise.. I was whizzing my advertising courses and business management classes, but things like History and Polysci were the death of me. I'd spend the entire time imagining elaborate ways to torture men or writing short stories about kidnappings and turning boyfriends into sex slaves.That quarter I was between relationships, rushing a sorority and on the tennis team, so I didn't have much time to pursue my interest in dominating men. That's not to say I didn't think about it, though.In fact, it was.