You see my dilemma and take pity on me. You take my sore nipples in your fingers again and pinch them hard. “Susan, you dirty fuck slut, you cum-c...overed bitch. I want you to come for me now. NOW, cunt. Come now.”Once again the dirty talk does its job. My cunt clenches, squeezing the fingers that are now shoved deep into its channel and the orgasm takes control of my body. “Oh, God. Oh, dear God. So good, so very, very good. Oh, God.”Minutes later my breath is nearly back to normal. I. ‘Come on, try it.’ Tim looked shocked, and I grinned. ‘Nothing to be afraid of,’ I said, patting the bed beside me. ‘OK,’ he said, and sat tentatively on the very edge of the bed. ‘Properly,’ I said, and grabbed his shoulders so that he lost his balance. I playfully pinned him down. ‘I’ve really been looking forward to you visiting. I’ve thought of lots of things we can do.’ I let him get up. ‘I think Mum is planning on taking Aunty Pam Christmas shopping tomorrow, so you’ll be babysitting me.. I told everyone I was going to meet a client. As I left I was nearly blind with sexual excitement. My nipples tingled and I had a rock hard erection as I drove to meet my "client". It took about 35 minutes to get to the agreed place to meet. I got a little nervous as I drove around to check the place out. A nice highrise area with lots of people. I had no Idea what my guy looked like. He said he would have a leather jacket and boots and tight jeans, was bald and had a mustache. John was. You get used to your morning commute and certain faces become familiar, whether you like it or not. I sat in the first row behind the seats reserved for old people, pregnant women, or what-have-you, and briefly skimmed through the novel I picked up at the campus library. The Broker by John Grisham, the author whose novels inspired me to aspire to go to law school, back when I just a snot-nosed brat from the Caribbean freshly arrived in Canada. The nearly six feet tall, Hijab-wearing,.