CHAPTER FIVE
He was on-line. Mr. X. Her heart skipped beats, but more than that, Lily could feel a rumbling in her belly again. The sweet wetness of desire, the telling spasms that would take her to the brink again.
‘How about the webcam?’
His first message arrived. Lily smiled, and typed back…
‘Got it’!’
‘All hooked up?’
‘All hooked up.’
She was already wearing the black wig, but now that she was ready to turn on the camera, she reached for the feather mask to covered her eyes. He’d see her lips but little else of her face. With the camera on, she sat back waiting.
‘What? You’re hiding! Clothes… what is this, huh? I thought you were ready for some real fun.’
‘Oh but I am ready.’
‘You won’t show me your face…so show me your tits.’
Lily quaked a bit. Sitting in her desk chair, in
