“I want you to finger your pussy now. Slide your fingers inside of your cunt.” I was really embarrassed now. I wet my finger and put it into my p...ussy. I fucked myself, while Mr. Wilson stroked his cock. “Make yourself come. After that I want you to lay on my desk, and I will eat that beautiful pussy of yours.” “Do it fast, Mary! Finger fuck yourself harder. Make that pussy cream for me.” I pushed three fingers inside myself and fucked myself harder. It was so embarrassing, but my body was. " Without waiting for a response, Bobby flashed another smile and breezed out of the room."So much for the general's security," Simon thought. If Bobby Tyler knew that he was there, the little politician probably also knew why. Unpacking the box of books that had been delivered for him to use, Simon felt his stomach churn. "It's hard to know where the enemy is some times."Paris came to Arabella's office to have lunch with her. He handed her the video disk he had recorded of them making love in. God, I was already wearing it! Sheesh, Marty, I told myself, you're losing it big time if you can't even remember getting dressed. But even as I thought that, the memory came back, slipping the sheer soft pants over my freshly shaven and creamed legs and the struggle I'd had with the stiff beaded bra. It almost didn't fit and my breasts threatened to spill over the top. I went over to check myself out in the mirror. Yes, very nice, very sexy. I pirouetted and then winced as the tight top. "See, after you guys left the basketball game, we didn't get out to The Lighthouse until about ten-thirty or so. And Mark and Christa were there—" Mark and Christa were where," Meredith asked, crashing through the conversation and sliding in under Brandon's arm."Oh, for cryin out loud!" I said. "Where's Arie?" I dunno," Meredith said, a picture of confused innocence."Well, I'm not explaining a damn thing until she gets here," I said, crossing my arms across my chest. "Christ. Have to start over.