Miss Krieger moved behind me, peeling off her leather gloves as she did so. Her hand caressed my bottom, feeling so cool against the heat of my blazi...ng skin. She gently stroked my ass, her hands wandering over both upraised globes and down my parted thighs. It felt very good, and quite soothing. I felt her soft tongue trace a line up one thigh, licking its way up my leg and swirling upon one burning ass cheek. She repeated the process on the other thigh, and I squirmed as her tongue. That’s what the person laying on the deck in front of her reminded her of. The sound was wet and forced. Every tiny hair on her body prickled at the sound.An arm shot forward and slapped the deck, pushing, lifting. The head raised awkwardly, starting from the shoulders with the weight of the skull hanging limply. The pale form raised its head up. Dark, dripping hair was plastered down the face. It was a man. His clothes were torn and stained, little more than rags. A horrified expression. My cock lurches forward so hard and so fast that it makes me jack back another step and bang into her desk chair, causing us both to jump practically out of our skin. She gasps loudly and bends to retrieve her towel. Her long curls flip forward and expose her small graceful neck and back. I grip the back of the chair behind me and I get flash in my head of me pumping her from behind. I shake the vision from my brain watching as she stands up. Her wild, mane of curls flip back, making her look. Fretful ones about the state of her house now she was home and what I might think of her. Begging me not to judge her, and that if she had been able, she would have made it much nicer for me.I take a deep breath and knock on the door.A tall, willowy man answers. He has greying hair and a kind, handsome face. He looks at me speculatively, as if assessing me, before breaking into a wide, open smile. He puts out his hand and I take it as we introduce ourselves. He leads me to the kitchen as he.