Had he left me hanging? Impatiently, I sat at the game table wearing nothing but my lacy thong and open-toe heels, waiting for him to come back and make his move. Which one? I chuckled at my pun. His chess moves or his move on me. He taunted me with his gorgeous ass which I loved to bite, lick, and kiss. I had seen a lot of it since he kept leaving the room. This man liked games, especially games with strategy. Did he do this to see if I would take care of the lustful urges? I would, take care of...