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"You play with words because we speak your language."
He grabbed my waist from under the blanket, a little cry escaped me.
I felt her bare legs on mine.
I tried to push him away with my palms, but I got to caress his bare chest.
"Let's talk then...if you want."
He came on top of me, rubbing his nose on my neck.
"Heady this chaste pajamas."
I could already feel the hardness of his sex on my belly.
"Raise your arms."
"Do I have a question?" I asked quickly.
"Tell me, but I warn you that you're already panting. So I hope it fits your current emotions."
"How often is it required that I give myself up to be inseminated?"
"As often as I wish."
He took off my cotton shirt.
He began kissing her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her nipples.
"I wish to regulate your visits."
"Denied. Why do you want this?"
He squeezed my breasts gently, taking my nipple with his lips.
"Because it confuses me the way."
It was a plea. He stopped and looked at me.
My cheeks flush immediately, it was too close, too real.
Daylight had revealed the truth.
A stranger was paying me to use my body.
An attractive stranger.
I got lost in the blue of my eyes.
"Do you want me to kiss you?"
"No. Yes. Not now."
"What do you want?" I didn't know what I wanted, that's the truth.
"I'm confused by this kindness. Paris, the ring, the clothes, your availability. And this."
"What is this? That you're stroking yourself?"
"Yes I thought, but obviously wrong, that it would be aseptic. More impersonal, that is. Instead you're present and attentive, that's the way that confuses me. How it's happening."
"So you'd be happier if I stayed distant and focused on the insemination goal?" She had used my humor.
"Yes."
"What if that were not possible? What if I had matured a certain amount of agreeableness toward you, and toward your daughters that would lead me to reciprocate you humanly? What would that entail in your attitude? To humor me? Of asking for an increase in your compensation to support your role?"
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"You want to give me more money to enter the contest? Now I was only paid for the entry?" I raised my voice a tone. I couldn't help myself. Love, said Franca. Ama Elisabetta, Ama.
In fact, he stiffened.
"Forgive me...I didn't mean to."
"Answer, Elizabeth!" I had ended up in class in front of the professor without having studied the subject. And I was partially naked.
Smiles.
Fortunately, I was a woman.
I hugged him and pulled him closer to me, he made a slight resistance but when I felt my breasts press against his chest, he let himself be led.
I kissed his neck and sought out his mouth.
The rough whiskers on my skin satisfied me by rubbing lightly. I went in with my tongue searching for his.
He exploded into a deep, passionate kiss, picked me up and turned me on top of him, taking off the rest of my pajamas.
He took my hips and guided me to move on top of him.
He threw off the covers, freeing my legs.
I looked at myself naked. Excitement swept over me, I exploded in a long orgasm.
"So Elizabeth...do you want to get paid more?"
"Stop it, stop it."
"To do this?" he grabbed me and turned me around mounting me on top again.
He gave me strong strokes, I couldn't hold back, I moaned and groaned and a long orgasm shook me again.
He gripped my wrists, both above my head, pushing me underneath him, feeling his chest with each stroke on my back. With his other hand he held me down by my hips.
It was an assault. A raid.
But I couldn't help but enjoy, I bit my lips, he was content with the labored breathing, I wasn't going to give him my enjoyment yet.
He increased the pace of his strokes again, I could feel him exploding inside me.
He screamed, it was a guttural, atavistic sound, like a signal agreed upon over the millennia of primal conquest. I could do nothing but enjoy on his sex and accept my inferior role.
He immediately removed himself. He reached the bathroom and closed the door.
I covered what was left of me.
Maybe it was better to run away. Get dressed and run away from the girls.
I picked up my shirt and shorts. I took a note from the pad on the desk and wrote two lines.
