Chapter five

CAMILA SILVA

I try to pay attention to the conversation, but my mind shuts down when I feel the tip of his finger on my clit. I smile at the same moment, controlling myself not to allow a moan to come from my lips.

I glance covertly at the man next to me, seeing a smile on his lips. Son of a bitch, he's having fun at my expense. Now I'll let him play, but let him prepare himself for when it's my turn I'll double-charge him every time. Charge him for everything he's doing.

His fingers begin to move up and down my intimate region, in a slow and delicious torture. My body reacts to his touch, while the possibility of being caught only increases my hard-on. I try to concentrate on the conversation, on what they are talking about, but at this moment it is a mission impossible. I can only focus on the pleasure he is making me feel, on his slow and wonderful torture.

Yes, I am not normal. The fact that we are in public, with a great possibility of being discovered, makes everything even more