I feel like a virgin at the ball. I feel totally susceptible and yet totally accessible. What does that even mean? I’m vulnerable, very, very vulner...able. This could kill me. Can I take this kind of risk with this beautiful young man? I trust him. He’s good, deep down he’s good. But are we experiencing overpowering lust, or is there more to it? Is the lust based upon real values, true attraction? How can I know? I’ve got to talk to Donnie. Maybe she can help clarify my emotions. I’ve got to get. ”I hurried out of his way, frowning, “Ha, you’ll pay for that later.”“Promises, promises, doll, how’s about you making coffee as I head for the shower?”I went into the kitchen, made coffee, and then went about fixing breakfast. My mind wandered to that afternoon and the events that might unfold. My pussy screamed to be touched, and I fought back the desire to rush into the bedroom, and jump Harry’s bones anyways.My thoughts were interrupted when Harry spoke, “Coffee ready yet darlin.”“Sure is,. "But......I am very good at other things," I continued, giggling uncontrollably whilst grinding my bum against his groin."Oh, what are you so good at then, Andrea?" he asked in a low sensual growl.Pressing my bum harder into his body while running my hands down his thighs, I said challengingly, "What do you think I’m good at, John?"His mouth moved to my ear and I could feel his hot breath against my neck.“I think you’re an expert prick teaser, and one hell of a fuck!” he whispered, whilst. I have, in fact, never set foot in a club and I have no desire to find a sub for an evening. Red isn’t a slave. She’s a switch. She is my submissive, but she is a dominant with Frankie, Shannon, and, possibly, you.’ I sat back and watched the wheels go around in her head. I would have enjoyed watching her piece together what I had just said and why I had said it in the first place if it weren’t for the seriousness of the situation. ‘You think I’m a switch?’ I shrugged my shoulders and.