... cool on my hot skin. God, to be able to grasp that cock of yours now, feel the silky smoothness of the skin over the hardness of it, mmmm, yes, to... be able to touch, taste, feel.My fingers are dancing on my clit in the all too familiar way that takes me to the edge. I raise my left leg and reaching underneath I push two fingers inside of my hot, wet pussy. Slowly sliding, moving almost unbearably slowly I start that climb. Clit hard, erect, straining for contact with my fingers. Pussy. " I hate to tell you this but Annie thinks you were her boyfriend for thatlong. At least before Valentines Day." She then laughed before saying,"You know girls, they always think a relationship is more than itactually is."I was still unsure of what she wanted from me. "So can I date Annie or doyou want me to break it off?" As far as I can see you're good for her. In the last few months she'sbeen sleeping normally. She's starting to take an interest in her looksagain and she's been eating. Having this job helped her gain her skills at seduction, a great trait to have as an assassin. At this point, she could send anyone –and really, anyone- to a numbing state of unfiltered euphoria once she pressed the right pressure points. She could also kill someone just as easily. Exploring her sexuality was also another perk to her job at Femme; she was paid an exorbitant amount of cash in only one hour on stage and she could spend that hour practicing her seduction and letting others. There was no way for me to lose!Instead of watching the table, I watched her gorgeous figure. When she leaned over the table, I watched either her luscious tits swinging as she stroked the cue stick or her delicious looking ass as she bent over for the shot. I could see her puffy pussy lips between the spread of her legs. My cock was so hard I could have driven nails with it.I was standing at one side of the table when the cue ball came to rest close to the near bumper. She wandered around.