My touch had left her with a tingle that just would not go away. It was simple enough in the cold car but the warmth of the store with the occasional... breeze shooting up her skirt from the door got her going. She said that with all the bending and moving, that her panties had ridden up and were rubbing on her lips and clit. Every time she walked it would send a jolt of electricity through her thighs. Her panties were wet and when she finally got to sit her panties pulled hard up on her clit.. She was stumbling around and mumbling something that I couldn’t make out. I got her upstairs and sat her on the edge of the bed and started to undo the buttons of her blouse. As I took it off, I noticed a mark on her right tit. It looked like a small bite mark. She was too drunk to get any answers about it so I carried on undressing her. I got her bra off, then her jeans and knickers. I noticed her pussy lips were somewhat red and puffy – it was almost as if she had recently had sex. I’d save. He just left.”“Do you always have orgasms?”“No. Not always, sometimes the drug is administered by what I do, how I behave, and not by the physical act of orgasm. Sometimes, I just give someone else all the pleasure.”“You prefer orgasms though?”“Yeah, don’t you?”“I suppose I do.”“That’s good to know, ‘cos you never know when you’re likely to get one, are you?”Melissa leaned a little closer as she spoke the last two words. Her breasts bounced a little before she sat back in the chair.I nodded and. Given the chance, I'd be in her every day. I did manage to draw her on the subject once as we chatted about favourite foods. "So what would be your ideal dinner date then?" "Cantonese. There's a gorgeous one in the next village that we visit. Used to visit," she corrected. "Did it shut down?" "No, we just haven't… had time." A faraway look eclipsed her freckled cheeks. "We love each other dearly, I just need to accept that the businesses he starts are his mistresses." Something unspoken.