Magnus takes the bait... sort of

When I open my eyes, Magnus presses me against the wall. Before I can make a sound, he puts a hand over my mouth. He knows we have to be quick and quiet. He locks eyes with me as his free hand runs up my thigh. I swear he can see straight into my perverted mind, and judging by the smile on his face, he knows exactly what I want.

His fingers soon meet with my wetness, causing his smile to grow.

"My my. You're very wet Morgan."

I simply nod in response.

"You're a pervert, aren't you?"

Again I nod.

"You like being naughty around strangers, don't you?"

I nod.

"You want them to fuck you all, don't you?"

I nod as I wonder when Magnus will stick his fingers inside of me. I want to scream at him. To grab his hand and jam them in my craving cunt. Then again, the tease always excited me, and I'm starting to think that Magnus knows that.

"You want it, don't you? Right here?"

I nod. His hand pulls back, causing my heart to skip a beat.

"Come back here tonight. Don't touch yourself until then. I'll take care of you."

I want to kill him. I want to **** him. I want to fucking touch myself right her in public. But I do none of that. Instead, I simply stare at him as he walks away.