Place your hands on her shoulders.

You struggle to shake the thought of fondling her but you decide not to take it further and move your hands to her shoulders.

“It’s ok” you whisper softly.

She relaxes and leans back to look you in the eye. “Thank you Doe, I knew you would understand.”

Her black mascara hasn’t failed to leave black streaks across her face but rather than fade her sexuality it seems to make her look more of a slut. The thoughts which are brought to mind are enough to excite you and before you realise John has noticed something hard poking into her. She raises her eyebrows and looks down…