My mouth gaped. "N-no. My boyfriend is already giving me all the attention I need." I said standing up from the wall. "Are you sure Ms.Jones? I saw how he made you upset when he just up and left you to go on vacation to meet his 'family', not even taking you. Kyllah he makes your eyes wet. I-" He said stepping closer, once again having me up against the wall. "I Kylla will make your p***y wet." He said sliding a finger against the fabric of my leggings where my sex was. He had me silently quivering and moaning for more but I didn't want him to know I was weak, just some whore that needed attention twenty four-seven. I respected my self way more than that, but I couldn't help myself. "N-no." I accidentally moaned out. "No? Would you like me to go deeper?" He whispered in my ear. Most of the words rolling of his tongue as if we were already having sex with his words. "Yes." I all but whimpered out in agony for him to do more than just finger me through my pants.