“I take it, you met him in the hall? she asked, her mouth showing just the slightest of smiles. “Yeah. I think he was headed to the bathroom.” T...erry replied. I don’t, Isolde thought to herself, but said, “Well I heard you invite him in,. so I guess it’s gonna be a long night of conversation and soul-searching. Why don’t you go downstairs, and see if you can scare up another bottle of wine and three glasses? Oh, and, if you don’t mind, take a little longer than usual opening it.” “Good idea,”. She looked at the floor.She said if I liked being sucked like that to climax, she would do that again someday, but she would go to James and apologize and ask for his discretion and never do it again. I asked her to ask James to do it again and to let me watch. “Absolutely not, I have my dignity-- I can’t imagine what that looked like!” She laughed nervously. Even though I loved it and approved, telling her how beautiful and hot she was doing it. She wouldn’t budge, acting ashamed and. . .it will be o.k.” I cupped his balls in my hand and flicked open his fly-buttons, half expecting a smack in the face, but he didn’t stop me. I reached in to feel his hardening cock with my fingers, massaging the shaft, bringing it to a full-blown erection. My face was close to his “You want this?” I asked. He nodded and I went down onto my knees, scrambling to get his pants down. His cock waved in front of me, teasingly bobbing up and down. “Fuck my mouth” I demanded.I didn’t put my hands on.