Ingress balls one hand into a fist, seizing the hair at the nape of your neck, and locks gazes with you.  Her eyes glitter with lustful mischief and a playful smile flirts across her face.<br/><br/><strong>"That's it. Let me watch you,"</strong>she whispers.<strong>"And stop when I say so, yes?  You'll have to earn it,"</strong>she adds, her tone teaasing.<strong>"Although a frustrated fiancee is a horrible thing, so perhaps you will have to take yourself all the way there and think about what I'll tell you to do next."</strong><br/><br/>She moves her other hand down, index finger dragging slowly along the cloth of your shirt, drawing an oval along the valley between your breasts.  It tickles.