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chapter 7: Courtney Gonzalez

Maybe if I get to make him fall in love with me I'll be able to get away.. Clearly that's his weakness according to what I overheard her mother said. We have gone through every mall and shop available we practically had to order another car to carry the many bags.

The door to my changing room opens and George enters with a black thong in her hand. I'm literally naked before him and completely frozen to the spot. 

'Get out'

'Why?'

'Because I'm naked'

'And that's why I brought you this?'

He throws me a thong straight to my face and pockets his hands. My stomach flips and I channel my rage to him hoping to not get fucked in the changing room. 

'Wear it'

'No'

He looks at me for a brief moment and turns around.

'I'm not looking now wear it'

'I said no'

He turns and scratches his chin lightly. His moving close to me again. Way close. He grunts softly and presses his knuckles. The sexual tension between us is growing way out of line. My back is on the wall and his finger is strocking my nipple. His breathing on my neck and his heart beat has never sound more accurate.

'Your heart is racing love'

I can't breathe by the way his hands are playing around my clitoris. He kisses my neck and lightly and all self control goes away in an instant. 

'I'm trying not to fuck you Courtney'

'I .....'

'I want to go further'

'George'

He rubs my clit slowly and release a desparate moan. I grab his shirt for support and he starts strocking faster. He licks my tummy again and I almost scream for more. He is absolutely enjoying this figuring him sucking my breast.

'George..'

He is about to destroy me and I almost bite his neck. 

'George...stop..'

'Cum for me'

'No'

He strokes slowly and I end up tensing around his fingers. After sweet releasing my breathe slowly goes back to normal. I am sweating and my neck have love bites. He takes his handkerchief and wipes his fingers. I did exactly what he wanted didn't I?

'You will go home like a good little girl and get ready for the ball'

'What about you?'

'I'll meet you at the ball'

He leaves me to collect myself and gets out.