I need to feel her. Need to fuck her because I can't take it anymore."Please... please Carly? Please, I need you." I plead, and her eyes are wide and ...still terrified because she's never heard me beg before, she's never heard me admit a weakness.And it scares me too, how much I need her. And she lets my wrist go. My hand snakes down, slipping inside her panties and finally, finally touching her. And it's all soft, velvet, slick heat and it makes me sob and shake because this is what I wanted.. Karen: “Is everything ok?”This time I felt that I had to reply.Me: “Everything is fine. I’m staying the night.”There, I said it. Maybe not out loud, but I had made a decision. I’d crossed the line.“Friend?” I looked up from the screen to see him staring at me from across the table.“Yes, she wants to know if everything is okay.”“And is it?”“Yes. Yes, it is.” The waiter arrived with the cognac and informed us that the bar would soon be closing. All I could do was stare into Michael’s eyes,. Before Moscow, I do not have to go long, only a couple of hours there is an electric train. I went to the toilet when there was an opportunity and there gently lowered my black thong and took off the bodice, wearing a tight t-shirt already on the bare chest. The fabric was thin and my nipples urging protruded through the top of the sudden surge of excitement. I returned to my seat and tried not to push my legs apart to Moscow. He ... was waiting for me right at the car, I recognized him at. Noting that the toilet window overlooked the car park, as they were on two different levels, so there was something below the toilets that was a part of the club I went down a flight of stairs and realised that the row of doors along the corridor meant that there was accommodation for fucking in each small room that had a bed with a plastic covered mattress on in one corner and a sink in the other, there was a toilet at the end of the corridor and a door to the car park although there was.