She didn’t really need to look at it, so fixed was its image in her mind. The first time she had held it in the privacy of her own flat she had run ...the cold, slender barrel between her legs and she’d cum. No, that wasn’t right. Oh, sure, she’d had an orgasm but it was like none that had gone before it. For a start it happened in seconds. It had begun as she picked it from the case and ran her fingers along the dull, grey metal. She’d felt it immediately and as soon as she pushed her trousers. Again, I went to grab my pants but the woman stopped me. I thought at least we were going to move to her bedroom but before I could react, she had her hand on my cock stroking it. She returned to her original positioning with her pussy over my face. She started to suck me picking up where she left off. Having a wet pussy in your face is enough to make you forget anything that is happening so of course I went back to licking her. It took no time to get back into the mood and we were back to hot. It was nearly as wide as a double bed with one end raised. The chaise was sumptuously upholstered in deep wine colored velvet. A single diaphanous curtain separated the stage from the rest of the house. The house lights were off and from the stage that area appeared to be totally dark. As Barbara walked to the chaise, which was at center stage, she saw a large flat screen television monitor on a portable base. When Barbara took notice of the monitor, the screen flickered to life. A scene from. .”“And? What?”“I took some things from the mini bar, okay? You're not going to tell anyone, are you? Everyone does it anyway.”I fold my arms across my chest. “This may take a little longer than I thought, Bethany,” I say.“Why?”“Because you were the last one in her room. And you were there for a very long time.”“But I wasn't...”“Did she seduce you?”“What?”“Did the two of you have sex?”“What?? Eew! No!”“Stand up, Bethany,” I say, and she does. “Open your blouse, please.”She frowns at me..