Hearing the scrape of my chair, she turns and looks over her shoulder at me. I walk forward, my form all predator, hunting the prey that is her. She h...as other plans and when I'm close enough, pushes me onto the couch so I'm sitting. Slowly she dances to silent music, running her hands along her curves, going down till she reaches the bottom of her short dress. Slowly, teasingly, she moves it up, inch by inch. Watching me follow her movements, she knew that this is her night more than mine. The. He was out there a while so I thought you were chatting.”Nigella laughed, embarrassment mixed with lust. She knew Simon had stood watching her and she was excited about the possibilities that had just opened up. He was interested, that much was obvious, and he’d put himself in a precarious position. Simon owed everything to her now: his job and reputation were in her hands and she fully intended to use him to her advantage.Wrapped in her sarong, she went into the bedroom and told Andrew her. Iremember the only lucky part of the night was finding a parking spacenot that far from my apartment, and in I went shoeless without a care ofhow I looked.I cried in the shower that night, kicking myself and just wanting it toall be over.That next day would be a purging of everything female I owned as I wasdone with it, and tossed a few garbage backs worth of stuff in adumpster. I didn't return calls, alienated some friends I shouldn'thave, and in general was done with the whole lifestyle.It's. Or, most frightening of all, perhaps it was something that was going to take her to new sexual pleasures.She decided to venture into that world again. This time she would not have her usual several glasses of wine to blame. She came home from work with a definite intention to feel Tigers big cock once again. To jack him off and taste his slick cum. She wanted to know why the memory was haunting her.After supper she showered and slipped on a robe. She kicked a few pillows into a pile on the.