I didn't know it, but I was seeing the quintessential image of a well-fucked, happy woman.Without words, she experimented until she learned how to lea...n forward, just a little bit, supporting her upper body with her hands on my chest, and scoot forwards and backwards so her clit was massaged. At one point she hung her head and said, "Ohhh, Tut. This is so beautiful, Tut. I almost can't stand it!"That was the first time in my life I wanted to cum ... and somehow made myself not do it.It was. I was too late for rehearsal, there was no point in even trying to make it, and there was certainly no point in even trying to play were I somehow to get there – my wrist was agony, I would never be able to hold my violin, even were I to take off the bandages . I laid my violin case down on the table and took a sip of my insipid latte. Then I undid the latches on the case and lifted the lid to check my baby. My heart dropped through my stomach. ‘Oh god, no…’ I reached into the case, and. Klein was a tough customer. She had no idea how he was going to jump when she dropped the bomb on him. Jessica knew she was thinking in private eye cliches, but she needed to be the hard-boiled detective right now. She needed to be tougher than Klein to pull this off. And oh, God, did she want to pull this off. ‘Let’s cut the bullshit, shall we?’ Jessica said, putting an edge in her voice. Good. Think ‘tough as nails private eye’. Make him sweat. Don’t think of him as a person, think of him as. What should I do?” she whispered softly, her hot breath sending goose bumps over my body.“Have you been thinking of fucking me while you drove here earlier?“Yes,” I gasped as her fingers encircled my cock. I lifted my hips to give her more access to my aching rod. Her fingers were now stroking my cock.Her fingertips then found my wet cock head. One hand was massaging my back innocently while her other hand was buried deep in my shorts teasing my cock tip and rubbing my pre-cum on my shaft.“Cum.