"Oh, yes. Touch me there" I whispered as Anthony's fingers traced a delicate weave up the inside of my thigh up my hockey skirt, his lips soft and wet at my throat as I lay a quivering heap of jelly on his single bed. He hesitated, his hand tantalizingly close to my mound as he lifted his head and listened. "Shh!" "What is it?" I moaned, frustratedly, a pool of heat growing between my thighs. "I thought I heard my parents...

I left the office on that particular Friday afternoon feeling more flustered than I usually did at the end of a long and stressful work week. My boss had been coming down hard on my shoulders of late and the pressure was beginning to show. I opened the door to my mid sized coupe and climbed inside, my sore heels instantly glad of the respite. 8pm. How the hell had it gotten so late? I kicked the car into drive and pulled...