It was a strange feeling, one she had never had before. It was as if a piece that had been missing in her life had only just now fallen into place. T...hey sat there a while longer, talking quietly, gently touching each other. Each kiss becoming more and more passionate. The radio began to play ‘When somebody loves you’ by Alan Jackson. God! It was romantic, almost perfect timing. Her mind kept screaming at her, telling her heart no. That this can’t happen. He was a married man for goodness. ‘Who’s the lucky guy?’ ‘Huh?’ Lisa asked looking for a moment. ‘The box of chocolates. Who’s the lucky guy who gets to call you his Valentine?’ He motioned to the box. ‘Nobody.’ Lisa mumbled looking at the remaining chocolates. ‘You want one?’ She asked hoping up the heart shaped box. ‘You bought yourself a box?’ Ron smirked slightly. ‘I guess I can help you finish the box.’ He took on of the chocolates and popped it into his mouth. ‘It’s not easy being single on Valentine’s Day, I’m sorry I. " He then led me out the kitchen door and through a maze of corridors. I supposed this was the ground floor, but it was quite a mess.Finally we were in a small, dark room. He switched on a light; the room was bare except for a drain in the middle. I wondered absently why there was a drain in a spare room. "Sit down, maid," he said. I did so."Take off your panties and stroke yourself."Oh God. I pulled down my lace panties and fondled my tiny dick. My heart was still thumping; I wasn't prepared. Carmen reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair to interlaced between her fingers. I payed no mind to what she was doing… I had a goal of my own. Bravely I slipped two fingers into her pussy! She grabbed a shirt that was laying on the floor and smashed it over her face to keep her sounds quiet. While I was enjoying my meal of freshly shaven pussy, she told me to get on top and turn around… so I did. As I was laying on top of her in the 60 position my wet pussy dripped just inches.