Trying to break the tension that had suddenly gripped her, she joked to herself, “But it’s not a date.”She snorted at her sudden fears. “Come ...on. He’s a big deal muckity-muck. It’s not like he’s going to tie me up and rape me.” She found her thoughts slipping into a fantasy of that image for a moment and was annoyed to feel her sex clench tight in pleasure. She was always embarrassed by how much rape fantasies turned her on.As her thoughts had wandered, her car was still slowly drifting. She just put her head down and allowed Jeff to guide her out of the lobby to a cab which was conveniently waiting outside. As she got into the cab, despite her best efforts the dress rode right up almost to her hips, revealing the tiny triangle covering her pussy. Two men walking by stopped and stared, then whistled their appreciation. "I didn't know witches shaved their cunts," she heard one comment. Susan slammed the car door shut as quickly as she could and lowered her head in shame and. "Within a short while he was at my side and held a beaker to my mouth."Drink this in very small sips and try to keep it down. It will refresh you and give you some strength as well."I drank the quite bland, slightly bitter liquid as I was told and nodded to Alfred."Let us continue. Thanks for bearing me up."Nothing more was spoken. I took small step after small step, stopping when some heavy action took place, but my interest in what was happening inside me was very strong by now. I wondered. The first had been a question. This one was a demand. It was hungry. Not overly aggressive, but fierce with desire. Janie moaned into his mouth and one of his hands found the back of her neck and gripped a little harder than he probably should have. Her fingers were twined in his hair again. After a brief eternity their lips parted and their foreheads came together to rest on each other.“Wow,” Will said faintly. Janie nodded against his head. She was suddenly aware of his hard erection pressing.