Does he really want me or just ‘it?’ I lean over and run my tongue across his lips, then down a little to his neck. I let my kisses move a little ...further down to his nipples. I lick them and gently nibble on them. Further down now, almost to his navel, I stop and look up at him watching me, wondering what I’m going to do to him. I start to move back up towards his lips as I push myself down on his now throbbing cock. I can feel how hard he has become against my clit. I rock slowly back and. It is not going to work, in my view”. Hector could not believe she was saying all that. He wanted the floor to part and he buried deep under than anything else. Prof. Quimski also saw, him being very uncomfortable and she got up from her seat, stepped towards him, putting her hand on his shoulder. “I also think, you are cute”, she stunned Hector like never before. She was not being motherly. It was a flattery, no less. Then quickly, she bended over, her face was level with Hector and he could. I look over to the bar, the usual line of tranny-chasers leering at me,hoping for a flash of my stocking-tops as I dance. When I feel a handon my shoulder, it's one of the doormen, he whispers in my ear, "God, Iwanna fuck you babe."His other hand on my ass as he spoke. He's a big guy, 6ft 3 or 4,obviously works out a lot, shaved head, moustache and tattoos, wearingblack pants and the black, club logo T-shirt. Now I'm not really thatkinda girl, it usually takes a bit of charm and seduction to. Her body shifted slightly when she realized the extremely attractive stylist had finished with her client, and was now sitting at the front desk, eyes roaming her. Anya gave her a quick smile and an intense perusal of her own, not minding the beautiful distraction in her face. Her panties were getting quite wet with all these fantasies and flirtations, she mused to herself in humor. Thinking that, she delved back into her thoughts……A yelp escaped Anya’s mouth as her eyes widened in surprise..