Anna's hand continued teasing her breast, sliding over the skin, dancing around her nipples, another needy moan escaping her. She licked her lips, her hand sliding lower, across her rip cage, fingers gently caressing her stomach, before she blushed, her hand sliding lower, gently teaching her clit as she closed her eyes.
At first, she tried focusing on her husband, the man so far away, but so close to her heart...but to her embarrassment, the only face she could picture was that of her newest landlord. She blushed harder, cracking one eye open to glance around as if the thought of him might make him appear, before whimpering, the eye closing again as she allowed her mind to go where it wanted, gasping softly.