She began to drift, focusing on the sensations, until she felt his palm against her chin, gently raising her bowed head. She caught me looking there and opened her legs to my gaze. Royalty, they said. When it came time to reciprocate I totally beguiled by her body. It was required. The high cut of her bottoms made her legs look longer, the halter pulled her breasts up showing just a shadow of cleavage. Come home with me. She struggled to relax herself, even as her sex clenched these invaders, causing them to roll slowly against each other inside her, brushing against those sensitive walls, so long untouched. It was required. One night, she said, bowing her head. |