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As we kiss, my hand wanders down and over the silkiness of her thong. I can feel her clit, hard and throbbing against my fingers, as I stroke the top of the fabric over and over. Ten minutes in, I feel her hand near mine and I realize she’s moving the fabric out of the way. I break the kiss and look into her eyes. “Sub, this isn’t the way we negotiated this. Is this really what you want?”
    She gives me a breathless, “Uh-huh,” followed with, “Sir.”
    Satiny fabric moved to the side, I drop my hand low and stroke up her slit. When I reach the wettest spot, I dip a finger in and test it. Deeper I don’t know about, but the entrance to her pussy is good and tight, and she’s dripping. I continue on until I find what I’m looking for. It’s swollen and waiting, and I draw my finger ever-so-softy around it. That elicits a gasp from her and her back arches. I’m still kissing her, but I move back and say, “I want to look at you. Will that be okay?”
    Her face burns red when she nods and I want to remind her to speak, but I don’t want to discourage the direction she’s taking, so I say nothing, sit up a little, and look down. Shaved smooth, I can plainly see her clit rising up out of its hood because it’s so engorged. Then I nip her nipple through her bra and she cries out. I can feel her tensing. “Sheila, you’re safe with me. Let go and come for me. Just let go. You’re safe here.”
    She shrieks and her back arches, and I hang on for dear life. Her hips choose their own rhythm, and it’s a beautiful thing, the way they thrust and buck. As her spasms start to slow down, I gradually slow my strokes. I finally stop, and I know she’s wondering what comes next.
    So I curl up against her and wrap my arms around her. To my surprise, she relaxes into my embrace and presses her forehead to my chest as we lie there on our sides, facing each other. I brush my fingers through that beautiful hair and hear her sigh, just a little sigh, but so important to me. It means I satisfied her, and that was my ultimate goal. Nothing else really mattered to me, doesn’t really matter to me, that and her safety. Her tiny voice says, “Sir?”
    “Yes, babe.”
    “Thank you.”
    “No, thank you for letting me experience that with you.”
    She looks down my torso. “What about you? What do you do about . . .”
    “You don’t worry about that. My responsibility.”
    “Would you like to, maybe, I don’t know . . .”
    “No. I said I’ll worry about it. You just rest.”
    I can tell she’s kind of shocked, and I know she’s used to those selfish bastards who don’t give a shit if anyone else is satisfied as long as they are. Those days are over for her – if she’ll just stick with me.
    In about an hour, I jostle her ever so softly. “Sheila? Sheila, you need to wake up.”
    “Oh!” She rubs her eyes and looks around. “Oh, what? Is everyone gone? What’s wrong?”
    I can’t help but smile. “No, everyone’s not gone, but we do need to get up and out of here. Someone else might want to use the room, not to mention that Clint and Trish might be ready to go.”
    “Oh, okay.” She looks up into my face and doesn’t smile, just says, “Thanks, Steffen. You’re a good guy.”
    That almost makes me blush. “I try hard.”
    “It’s working.” She sits up, straightens what she’s still wearing, and says, “Oh, no, I don’t have any pants on.” Then she starts to giggle, and that makes me laugh, and pretty soon we’re laughing out loud together. “Will you, uh, you know . . .”
    “Yeah, yeah, I’ll look the other way.” I turn with my back to her and hear her rustling around.
    “I know that’s kind of silly, since we, I mean, since you . . .”
    “No, it’s not. That was different. That was then; this is now. Don’t worry about it – perfectly natural.” I wait. “Dressed?”
    “Yes. And now we walk out and everybody knows, um . . .”
    “No, everybody thinks we did a