Or was it dust? I didn't know. Nor had I ever been curious enough to find out by myself. We started walking. She pressed her soaked body to my arm. I ...didn't mind. It actually felt great. Her smile was happy and tantalizing. How old was she? Eighteen? Nineteen? Certainly no more than twenty. As we arrived, I felt darkness surround me. A voice in my head told me not to follow her into that ruin, but my hormones were stronger. Stupid me. She took my hand and led the way inside. There were cats.. I thought to myself “you can play with what’s between my legs with your foot as I find that kinky and it’s turning me on, but I don’t want anything else”.And so for another 10 minutes or so, that’s what we did. He continued to wank himself slowly while his bare foot probed between my legs, his toes moving inside me. The call ended, more abruptly that I had expected – probably because I wasn’t listening. I was conscious that his diary had said he needed to leave the office at 5.30 so I knew this. .. together."The few seconds that she was gone - it seemed like only a few seconds - was too little for me to get a concrete grip on my feelings, and it was made all the worse when she walked back into the room, her blouse already off her shoulders. Even as she walked across the room, the top dropped down to the floor, and I was once again struck by her nonchalance - her nonchalance, I immediately realized, was a judgment I had to correct, for her nipples were quite evidently throbbing.She bent. Having that level of control over you is good", John said and turned away from V'Sharra. "Now, put your clothes back on, because you have work to do." It felt to V'Sharra like he had slapped her when he told her to get dressed once more. She had been sure that she was finally going to experience John's dick, although she wanted to deny her desire. And then to have him turn away, to reject her, made her feel more horrible than she had ever felt in her life. She hurriedly put her clothes back on.