"But you have plans, and you're so good to me. All I really want is for you to spend time with me, and take me to dinner, in my fantasy. In this dream, you want that too. You take me to a nice restaurant, hold doors for me, and put your hand on the small of my back. Oh, god, your fingers feel so good! Sorry...you comment about which men are checking me out, and I blush with excitement. I ask you why you're not embarrassed to be here with your old mother, and you say that every man here thinks that I'm your date and wishes that I belonged to them. You take my wrist in your hand then, very firmly, although not hurtfully so. Then you look me in the eyes and tell me that I belong to you. I almost c*m right there."
Melinda moaned then, loudly, as Marcus moved his fingers just slightly differen
