“I…” Charlotte states, disappointed. Quick short strokes around his frenulum get him close to the edge. “…Yea?” Charlotte asks, unsure what to make of it. “So, shall we begin the interview?” She asks, glancing back at him curiously. However, in doing so, the blonde beauty flashes her attacker a captivating sight of ripe cheeks barely covered. And thus, once again, she bounces off the floor and attempts to leave. First, the stranger heads to the local college just a few minutes away, thinking Charlotte’s got an early class there. Upon finding the door, she knocks softly and waits. However, getting away wouldn’t be that simple. “…Yea?” Andrew asks, his pants tightening but not due to his belt. But not Andrew. Alas, just like before, Charlotte’s tease ends abruptly on her timing rather than the stranger’s. In no time, she’s zoned out, tapping away on her keyboard. “So, shall we begin the interview?” She asks, glancing back at him curiously. Unfortunately, he finds himself being blue-balled this time around. “Ugh…” Charlotte mutters, unaware of where to go. She just ended up taking the wrong path. So why do we fool ourselves to believe otherwise? “You’re right. She closes the door behind her and takes in the environment. He reveals himself to be the dashing gentleman from the lobby, settling his onyx eyes onto
