Now available from Amazon (Worldwide) and Smashwords... ...Margaret began to unbuckle her belt with one hand, popping out her coat buttons with the other. Excitement was robbing her of breath, making speech difficult. Her breast was heaving. “I think it would be more comfortable…,” she gasped, allowing her coat to drop from her shoulders and slide to the floor, “…here, on the counter.” Her own laboured breathing, the buzzing of the failing strip-light, his prurient shining wet lips; she would recall the scene many times over. Never would she feel so desperately aroused, so wanton, as she did in that moment. Leaning back against the hard top of the counter, she slowly and deliberately positioned her hands, fingers spread, palms flat, onto the soft flesh of her thighs. The tips of her thumbs touched the patterned silk of her panties. He had not moved, still holding the phallus, but dipped, apparently forgotten. Her eyes were drawn to movement. His left hand was not visible, p...