I hear him pose a question to you. Your mouth pauses on my cock and you attempt to withdraw but I hold the back of your head firmly. I hear him again.... “Hello? Hello? Are you there?”I release your head and you pull off of me and sputter, “Yes. Yes. I’m here. Can you hear me? Must be a bad connection.”You shoot me another disapproving glance as you try to refocus on your client.I move back in front of you and drop down to my knees again. I place my hands on your thighs and bring my face down. Then down and I can feel the back of her throat with the head of my cock. Brandi adds her hand, stroking me up and down each time she devours my cock.Brandi licks her index finger from her free hand to lube it up. She gently works it up my butthole. Finally, she reaches my prostate and with the tip of her finger starts rubbing it furiously. My cock is getting harder and harder and she takes it out of her mouth and starts stroking it fast. As she pounds my cock faster I can see the head turning. I met Joe and his wife at a bar that I used to go to. They would come in once a week for dinner and drinks and we got to know each other over time and became friends. I was in my mid 20's at the time. Joe was 37 and Linda, his wife was 39. We liked a lot of the same kinds of movies and music, so we always had a lot to talk about. Joe was very well educated and came off kind of snooty if you didn't know him. Linda was very bubbly and always friendly. She is about 5'6" tall, with shoulder. Taylor sat across from her; both had been suspended from school for two weeks.At last her father showed up, having been called at work and told the story. He looked at his daughter as if she were a stranger. Robyn began to cry despairingly. There was nothing she could say, nothing at all. She couldn't explain what she'd been thinking, or why she'd had sex with Taylor. Her life seemed to be at an end. At any rate, it could never be the same again.Now, two weeks later, after a huge fight with her.