*Aaron*
Christ, removing her gloves ha mesme so hard, I am surprised I retain the ability to walk over to the wall and take a cue stick from the rack. I grab the chalk and begin grinding it into the tip of the stick, which unfortunately ha mesme thinking about grinding into her and does nothing to relieve my embarrassing circumstance.
“Select your ball”. I say.
“The red”.
Lifting my gaze to her helps reduce my swelling somewhat because she appears so hopeful and innocent standing near the table with her hands clasped before her, so intent on learning the lesson I am to teach, only I don't really want to teach her about billiards.
I want to educate her on exactly what she want mesme to: s*x.
But tormenting us both is going to make it all so much sweeter in the end.
“Do you know nothi
