She was in control now, and the good feelings were definitely out-weighing the bad. He flexed his fingers inside her, and both of them were now pushin...g against that sensitive spot. Hmmm, that must be the fabled G-spot, then, and she could now vouch for its existence. With little movements of her hips, she made his fingers slide a little way in and out of her, and a wave of pleasure that was unlike her usual orgasms began to build. Simon sensed the eagerness in her, and followed her movements.. "I Have told him that. That's what I've been telling him for the last six months, that I don't want to rush into anything." "And he's giving you a hard time about it? She frowned. "He's understanding enough..." she sighed. "But he keeps bringing it up, and I keep putting him off." "Are you afraid that you're going to lose him?" I questioned. She sighed again, and took a sip of coffee. "It's not that. Not really. It's just that...I have too many doubts. About him...about myself." "What sort of. Effie found the light switch and they saw it was a small anteroom, containing nothing but a coat rack. There was a door opposite, with the window in it, and a red sign saying ‘Interlocked’. Sophie let the outer door close behind them and they went over and peered through. Looking at them from a few metres away was a skinny man with a huge forehead ... and four arms!!He was smiling at them and beckoning them in. Next to him was a woman - at least she had a feminine face somehow and even tits -. * My heels clicked as I walked up to the side entrance of The North West. Unlike the main entrance, there were no flashing lights, college sluts, or frat boys begging to be let in. The side entrance was mainly for those who wished to enter and leave with a cloak of invisibility. Pushing through the door, the blue flashing lights and the deep beating of the bass overwhelmed my senses. The amount of sweaty bodies, pheromones, alcohol, and music was extremely alluring. It took every ounce of self.