"With a saucy smile on his face, Heather took a sip from his cup andresponded, "We are."Taking Ellen by the hand he added, "Let's take this to the bed...room anddrink it in bed, there are things I want to discuss with you."Confused by the complete change in Heather's demeanor, Ellen frownedslightly and asked, "What's gotten into you?"Heather gave her a wide-eyed look, as to indicate that he really did notunderstand why Ellen was asking. It was obvious from the twinkle in hiseye that he was. “You have become the woman you write about, Susan. I have helped release your remaining inhibitions.”Hearing those words stimulated me into performing the best fellatio I had ever performed. I took his words as a compliment even though the Susan in my stories was very promiscuous. I didn’t want to call her slutty although the term would suit her very well. I guess I secretly wanted to be more like the Susan I wrote about. This experience was turning out to be much more than I had imagined it. "What is it you think of?" she asked again, gently biting my right earlobe. "You don't want to know," I replied, confident it was true. She grinned and squeezed my cock with the muscles of her pussy. "Yes I do," she said.I thought for a moment. Did I want to tell her? If she shared the opinion of every other woman I'd been with, she'd think I was a pervert, that anal sex was in some way degrading and disgusting. When I'd suggested it once to a former girlfriend, she'd waved a "Cosmopolitan". Punching in the button for the 12th floor, she tried, in vain, to set her hair to rights. Normally wavy and frustratingly thick, the rain had turned it into a mass of auburn ringlets and Rainey was sure she looked like a sopping wet poodle. The elevator doors swished open and she stepped out, one hand still trying to smooth her hair. ‘Rainey,’ a woman’s low, raspy voice called out. ‘If it’s not my favorite intern of all interns.’ Rainey turned to see her boss, Lynette Viglio approaching her.
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