Jane was standing in front of the glass window only wearing a bathrobe. She looked down at the streets while putting her hand against the window. She was just staring at a yellow bin that a street cleaner was dragging around when,
"What are you doing?" a voice just behind her ear.
An icy hand touched her lower stomach by sneakily putting his hand inside the bathrobe. The palm was filled with calluses. After stroking her stomach for a while, the hand slowly climbed up towards her chest. Jane grabbed the hand and took it off her body.
"It's about time we leave." she said firmly.
"Already? Let's do it one more time." the man said lustily, clearly not having any intention of leaving her soon.
