Then I had him get up on the bed, on his stomach. I brought my face down between his cheeks and rimmed him again, really driving my tongue in his ass,... as he moaned excitedly, loving it."Where's that cream?" I asked as he pointed it out to me.Then I slowly and sensually lubed him up, working a couple of stiff fingers inside to loosen him and get him accustomed to it. God, he was tight. But the way he was pushing back on my fingers, I knew he really wanted it, wanted it badly now!Slowly I slid it. More of that weird, white steam was dripping down from vent holes too, but dispersing before it managed to reach the clean, smooth floor. So smooth. Did the people before the Reckoning always keep things so smooth? If you walked on it, why keep it smooth? Dirt and grit and bumps and grooves were better for not slipping, and not tumbling.More lights started to turn on, from behind a glass wall. Glass, actual glass, clean and clear and slick and smooth glass. Beautiful. He came closer, hands up. ”“Right. I will get things started. I may need access for the installation while you are at the university.”Frances told him, “I can get you a key, Mr. Fixer. In fact, if you take mine now, I’ll use my master key to get another one cut tomorrow.”The next few days were interesting in many way. The self-defence classes were arranged; the police reported that they had found the missing computer – but it was evidence so could not be returned yet – and the first tradesmen arrived to deal with the. We were already near to high way when I said to him “I think you would like to feel more pleasant while you are driving, so I will be free to do this.” He asked me “What?” and than simply starring at me while I was taking of my shirt and pulling my tits out of my bra.“Wow Sandra you are really naught girl” he said and already started to squeeze my boobs. “This is hot, I want to suck your breasts”. Few seconds later, I was pushing my boobs into his mouth, jerking his cock over pants, while he.