<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.tinypic.com/2diegso.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Storage Room</strong><br/><br/>Her hand had found her top, but before she can put it on, he is touching her once more.  Mia gasped again, her lips parting.  She felt not just his hand, but his hardness touching her now, rubbing against her breast, hot against her soft skin.  And then she lowered her gaze, watching, almost hypnotized, as he maneuvered his shaft between her full breasts.<br/><br/>Surely this was too much.  She'd only intended to allow her to see her, which had seemed harmless.  Now he'd seen her, touched her, licked her... was their bargain not fulfilled?  It was so difficult to think... he began to move.<br/><br/>Mia tossed her head back, a moan escaping her lips.  This didn't quite have the same pleasure as when he'd been relentlessly stimulating her nipples; although, his hands squeezing her breasts still did send little shocks of pleasure through her.  But there was something exciting about his hot shaft against her perfect breasts.  "I... please you?"  She said, her almond eyes wide.  She looked down, watching with fascination as he thrust again and again through her cleavage, the tip vanishing and then reappearing, making her perfect orbs jiggle with each thrust.  There was a certain erotic appeal, she had to admit...<br/><br/>Unaware of doing so, Mia arched her back just a tiny bit, pressing her breasts more firmly against his shaft, even as she continued to watch with fascinated eyes.