It slid against her wet clit, and Gillian gurgled with passion, her pussy walls throbbing in expectation. It slid in, rubbing against her cuntal walls..., driving sharp sparks of lust into the bound librarian. She moaned on the soft pillow, her ass thrusting, her mouth sliding down the full length of the prick, taking the ball of his cockhead right into her throat."Oohhh, fuck, yeah!" the boy she was sucking moaned. He gripped her hair harder, filling her throat with his rampant cockmeat. "Fuck,. She rushed into my arms with a bucket load of kisses.She immediately informed me, as someone often did, of the whereabouts of those not visible in the room. “Elsa and Julie are with the babies; they’ll be out soon. Cindy is working late and said not to wait dinner on her. KC is working at the gallery and won’t make dinner. Marcia is on the west coast, as you know. Alice is seeing a client until nine o’clock. Deke is trying to finish up a wiring job in Hyattsville. Carter will be here in about. He deliberately took a detour to the exit and then, when she still followed, abruptly turned."Madam—" he began."Col. Igwanda!" she called at the same instant.He snorted a quick laugh. "You have the advantage of me, madam," he said. "I don't—" Amanda Meiersdottir, Colonel," she interrupted. "Sociologist." Ah," he said with a slight bow. "Sociologist extraordinaire, I believe." Sociologist," she said firmly, but returned a mock curtsy. "I followed you to see if I might buy you a drink." By which. “And I appreciate you!” she answered. Then she began to tell me about her day. One of her clients had been a professional entertainer, someone we both had seen on TV. The client’s wife had been admitted to the hospital for surgery, and he had come for a massage while she was in the operating room. At work, Mary had treated him with absolute professionalism. But when she came home, she lived out her fantasy with me. Although I hadn’t known any of the details, I was more than happy to oblige.