What was I going to do? XXX Tonight I was bored. My apartment was spectacular. The game was now a game of poker. She didn’t look back to see if I followed. I was smooth, and confident. I’d brush my fingertips “accidentally” against her pussy, whilst kissing her neck. Ran a finger down my chest. I wanted to watch that angry little look in her eyes as I took her. “Harris, home please.” She said sternly. She ran her fingers down over her clit. Better than the plastic shit I’d played with the night before. I watched a tall attractive man approach her at the bar. Convince me you’re worthy.”
I hesitated. It was Friday, after a long week I like to sit in the bar, have a cognac and wait.




















