As I started to fuck her ass I told her to pulse her sphincter, to let me know she was taking part “like the happy ass-slut she is.” The phrase wa...s perfect for her, it was almost a caress combining praise, degradation and the fucking she desperately wanted. Plus, pulsing really was all she could do, hanging with most of her weight on her arms while her legs were stretched on the pedals she had no leverage to move her body under me.I have found that it confuses women when they can’t participate. “I’m sorry.”“The earrings are only part of the problem,” Cile said. “He either hadn’t noticed or chose to ignore the fact that I was also wearing the diamond necklace that you gave me. The one that you purchased that day at the mall. They have to have pictures of that from Tiffany’s”“Maybe the necklace isn’t as visible in the picture of you that he saw the earrings in”, Katie surmised.“That’s possible,” Cile agreed. “If it was a shot that showed my ear, then the necklace would have been harder. Finally she slumped forward in release, kissing me between ragged breaths. She knew I hadn’t come, so she made little grinding motions to keep me “interested” while she caught her breath. Boy, was I ever interested!I couldn’t resist going down on her again; her clit was even more sensitive now, I was going to make her come again, but she firmly pulled me up, saying“It’s your turn now!”.I didn’t argue with her; I lifted her legs until her ankles rested on my shoulders and began to rub the head. I could almost see the door in the office that lead to the shop from where I was setting. I heard the door open. In a reflection from a mirror in the office, I saw Brad go into the storage room. I thought maybe he is getting the chemicals that he was going to use.Ten minutes later Brad walked down the hall towards the waiting room where I was. He said, “John how is it going, is your team winning? Brandi is starting her second glass of wine. I think she is getting really relaxed. I have to ask.