'Stand by the table!'Jade moved over the table and faced him.'Turn around!'Jade turned away from.The silence was deadening.The touch of the baton made... her touch.The Customs Officer poked her with it. First in the small of her back, then higher as it traced her spine. Jade shivered. The baton left her but then reappeared poked between her legs tapping each leg in unspoken command. Jade spread her legs wider, and the baton slid almost gently up and down her inner thigh.The slow movement was like. I could scarcely hide my astonishment from him, for he rarely spoke to me in such riddles. But then I saw that someone else had to be in the corridor, who suddenly stood in the living room door. I cannot describe how my expression must have looked at that moment when I saw this man in our living room. What was standing there you ask yourself? It was a black man. He had grown rather tall, his hair cut short, and of handsome figure. Now it was clear to me what my husband had given me this condom.. But if they slipped, that privilege would be withdrawn.I knew Keira, though. She'd be quite happy letting things go on the way they were if she could see me. That wasn't acceptable. I'd need threats, too.Lunch ended with smiles of relief. Claire was a mature Keira, interesting and witty, very good company.As Saturday approached I began to feel nervous. I was right to be. When I finally had her home, sitting on the sofa, I told her we'd no longer be seeing each other if her grades didn't. You writhe and moan helplessly under my oral assault on your body. YES! There it is! I grasp your hips tight as I send you into orbit, my tongue shows no mercy as you moan and your body convulses uncontrollably under me. At last you can’t bear anymore but the car hood works to my advantage. It’s slippery and gives you no traction… no way to escape. I hold you firm until you are on the verge of tears. By now you’ve been worked into a perspiring, exhausted, limp, hair tangled, and beautiful mess..