Chapter Seven
The blades of the ceiling fan turned lazily over her head. Heather had been watching them, but she wasn’t sure how long. She no longer felt Mia’s silky skin on her own, or her lover’s soft mouth and tongue on her still tingling n****e, but she heard her moving somewhere in the room. An aftershock thrilled her and she arched her back and closed her eyes as it ran through her.
It was her second orgasm of the evening with her lovely boss. A gentle drowsiness lay upon her now, softening the edges of her vision and allowing her mind to wander. Disconnected images flashed through her mind and with them came feelings and impressions. She saw Jimbo drunk on the sofa, totally unaware that his wife was cheating on him. Try as she might she felt nothing for him, not even pity. She saw
