Lara’s commentary was punctuated by moans and gasps as I worked my fingers in her tight hole and finally stopped when I began fucking her with two f...ingers. The rain that had seemed to be stopping suddenly returned full force as I worked Lara with my fingers and tongue. She dug her nails deep into my shoulder. Lara’s hips began to buck and grind with each movement of my tongue, her chest moving in short sharp breaths. She grabbed my free hand by the wrist, pulled it to her crack and pressed. I loved her and wanted her to…I didn’t know exactly but I certainly didn’t want her to bring Bobby back into my thoughts when I had just gotten rid of him. So I was right about her fucking Bobby. Shit. The last thing I wanted to be was right. Maybe she just should have shut up about him and worked it out herself…but the genie was out of the bottle.I took my clothes and walked to my room with the sound of my mother’s voice calling, “Ricky…Ricky?” fading in the distance. I didn’t talk to her. We both laughed. She admitted that there were a few of those in her past. It was a nice ice breaker. She offered her tits for me to feel and suck. I spent several minutes licking the nipples. They were really hard."Bite them" she said "You can't hurt me, I have very sensitive nipples."I did as she asked and as I did she slid her hand down the front of my slacks. I wore slacks like medical scrubs because on most jobs I got as much make up on me as I did on the client. I wore these because they. She drained my pussy dry, I don’t think therewas a drop of come left in it when she came up for airand she sat up and asked if she was going to be mybitch now. I shook my head yes and wanted to see justhow far this was going to go, so I told her to take herclothes off and model for me. She took her clothes right off, did a great modelingjob, especially her pussy, she made sure I got a goodview of her nice pink cunt and when I told her she dida good job, she smiled and said she had been.