Cindy was a round-heeled slut, was one before Donny married her, and her wedding vows hadn't changed a thing. My brother was right when he said he kne...w that I didn't even like her, but I don't believe that he knew the real reason why. Cindy started coming on to me the night of the wedding reception and in the six years that she and Donny had been married she hadn't stopped trying. The real reason I didn't like her was because of what she did to me. I wanted the beautiful whore — I wanted her. ]I sat in my office reviewing the screen on my desktop. The department was half the size it was when I started here. Artificial intelligence and neural networks were now screening over half the claims being submitted.Quitting time came and I headed out toward the ride center, manipulating my handheld to order my ride home. The parking lot now held only a handful of vehicles, while the crowd at the ride center was growing. I stood to the side, watching the traffic in the street perform an. I then started to tell her how I would screw her in the open air on a beach, as I started she sat on the table in front of me and brought both her hands in front of her cunt and started fingering it, it got me really excited and I also put my fingers in her cunt to help her and continued the story of how I would strip her on the beach and make her suck me and how I would spread her legs and lick her cunt, where other passerbys could see her getting screwed, as I told her how I would put my cock. I contented myself with playing with her breasts, squeezing them and flicking the nipples with my tongue. She seemed to enjoy the attention and there were signs that she would have permitted me to do more. Her skirt would ride up on her thighs; she no longer wore jeans or slacks. I could have run my hand up her leg, all the way to her sex but I didn't. I bided my time, waiting for Ann to come home from her date.Through subtle questioning I learned that Ann was divorced and worked in her uncle's.