She was aware of the caress of soft hands on her breasts and on her pussy. Her body seemed to be aflame and writhed with the pleasurable feelings. She... had no control over the flood of thoughts in her mind. She tried to assimilate the details but the only explanation a recurring dream.The sounds surrounding her became louder. Her eyes fluttered open slowly letting the dim sunlight filter thru the curtains. Remaining quiet and still, her vision blurred. She felt slightly chilled, her naked body. I must be one of the few academic historians who is also a Chartered Accountant. The direction of my research led to my learning Italian (it was called the Italian system of double-entry bookkeeping after all), and spending a term a year in Rome as a research student. Unsuspected by myself and my supervisors, I had hit on a hot topic. My Ph.D thesis provided the nucleus of a book on the history of book-keeping that sold very well, and the publishers immediately demanded a follow-up workbook. "On the floor Steve" She ordered " And get your head between my legs and lick my pussy please Steve". I knelt on the floor and gazed nervously at the sight in front of me. "Now lick it !!".I started licking and she went taut. Her legs suddenly wrapped around my back and she started moaning again. I've heard people say that pussies taste salty. This didn't. It tasted like nectar, so sweet. I continued and she got more animated then suddenly a small spurt came onto my face. I thought she had. I tried various jobs but eventually my mother intervened and 'convinced' me to attend a career course because she was tired of having me sit around the house doing nothing. So I went into a program that trained me how to be a personnel assistant, I just figured that had to be the easiest job ever, she also helped me find a job afterwards. She got me in contact with one of her good friend since college. Antoinette, she needed a PA for her daughter Hillary, who's an up and coming musical.