To watch you perch on the corner of the bed, your eyes fixed on mine, your hands firmly running over your flushed flesh, your breasts nestled in decad...ent lingerie, the matching panties drawn to one side to reveal a neat patch of hair adorning perfectly plump lips, would be my heaven. To be able to see your flexed fingers tease the clit that proudly pushes out between the exquisite folds of sodden skin, to see those fingers slowly disappear in to your throbbing cunt, to watch the sensual peaks. There isn't much of it left on this level."Ferro thought about tossing out some stereotypical gibe about emotional women or clueless men, but he held back his first impulse."Thank you. I take care of it right away."He walked down the corridor towards his apartment and passed a thin flow of people, all of whom nodded but said nothing. He saw Quiyo. Ferro gave her a quick wave to let her know that he wasn't angry at her and then pressed onward. At his door he stepped inside without. I poke a button and say into the speaker, “Hello, who are you?”The three guys, who are speaking in a Spanish dialect say something that I can’t understand. “Guys, the police have been called. Please stay where you are until the authorities arrive,” I say to them. This prompts them to take off running. Apparently, they have learned their lesson about driving a car down the service road. “John, go get your gun,” I tell him. It only takes a couple of moments before he returns with his pistol. I go. He said not to hold it so tight as well.He laughed and said you're lucky you haven't rubbed a blister on it yet.Here,let me show you and moved my hand away. It felt funny, someone else's hand on my dick. His hand was soft and large. His fingers were cold which made me jump,he said not to worry he wasn't going to hurt me.I said your hand is cold,he said sorry. He told me to look at the pictures and imagine what I'd be doing if she was in front of me. He slowly stroked his hand up and down my.