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The time has come when I can eventually get my hands on my dirty, little, married secret. He pays the cab driver, I grab his hand pulling him out, sla...ming the door and running into the hotel lobby out of the rain, giggling. We run into the open elevator and press level Eight straight away to prevent any other guests invading our space. We begin to kiss again, only this time erratically grinding our aroused bodies against each other. The lift pings and shudders to a halt. Excitement floods my. ' I pleadTony:'Who? Say it.'Alicia:'Meee... 'Tony:'And what are you?'Alicia:I moan as I squirm some more before whispering o so quietly... 'Your slut'Tony:I can see the exquisite agony on your face and I smile as the cab arrives, you three get in the back, while I sit in the front. I keep up a patter with the cabbie as Brendan and Ellen whisper nasty things in your ear all the way homeAlicia:My hands are kept occupied as I play with them both... teasing themTony:At one point, I say behind me,. I'm not really worried about you, if that's what you mean." Yeah ... that's sort of what I mean. But ... why wouldn't you be a little suspicious of my motives?" I asked, this time with a smile."Because I have a very big boyfriend who is very protective of me," she giggled.She had easily defused the tension."Okay ... I've been warned," I grinned. "Anyway, we've missed this week, so why don't we plan on meeting at one-thirty next Thursday in the library and between now and then, you can think of. Tina and Erin checked their lunches to make sure no one had peanut butter, some did so they had to sit away from Aiden. Jeff and Brady walked in to the room and sat across and diagonal from me. I wanted both of them so badly, and every time I looked at them I got wet and my heart began to beat faster. I saw Brady look at me and then I turned away only to catch Jeff staring at me. I was wondering why they were looking at me. Katrina? I asked. She was one of my little friends sitting across from.
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