" He leaves,thanking me for my time and joins the others.The next two hours passed quickly, I was nervous as a cat in a roomfull of rocking chairs, w...hen the doorbell rang and he was back.Opening the door, I welcomed him in.Once the door was closed, he turned and took in the room, noticing thestraight back chair in the middle. I asked him if he'd like to takeoff his jacket and get comfortable. This revealed a very muscular bodyin his dress shirt. I get so turned on by a well-dressed man, and. She stopped herself. The feeling didn’t disappear, she was so horny now but she had to stop. What else could she do? She wanted to whisper to the barmaid ‘fuck me’ and strip her there and then. She wanted to feel the touch of her soft wet skin upon hers, pushing up against her frantically kissing and sucking every inch she could find. Sophie would die to taste another woman, to smell and lick the wet desire of somebody new. She had tasted herself before and often thought it tasted good, sweet. I knew no one would hear her cries as I flicked my tongue over her hard little nub. And no one else heard when she screamed in pleasure as I forced my tongue as far as it would go up her tight, slick little hole. Or when I rubbed her puckered asshole with my middle finger and gently slid it in, her pussy making it nice and wet with her juices. Then I laid back on the hard wooden floor and pulled her down on me, her legs straddled over my face. I tongue-fucked her as hard as I could, with my. “Tell me what I can do to fix it.”“I may want you to come with me when I go to see who’s in my apartment. It’s not my sister. She’s in Alabama with her children. I don’t think I want to have this conversation without a witness.”“Okay,” she said and started putting her shoes on. While she did that, I went to look at the car, confirming that the plates were from Colorado. Damn. I’d had hope that it was someone I’d want to see.I collected Mrs. Sanchez and we went back to my apartment. I unlocked.