" No, I insist. You made my night." Well, ok, I have to walk downtown to my place anyway so why don't we stop by my favourite martini bar for a drink?..." Great, thank so much for letting me do this." No problem, I could use a drink... Hey, great coat, it is very becoming on you." Do you think so?" Oh, yes... well, it's the whole ensemble that does it."We interlocked arms and began to walk down the crowded street.It was a weird feeling, but we seemed to be long lost friends. I felt very. And swell.Jason had never felt anything as wonderful as this. Never dreamed anything could be as wonderful. He moaned as the beautiful woman did this terrible, sinful thing to him, afraid that she'd stop and afraid that she wouldn't. Satan was fighting for ascendancy, he was sure. And winning.A feeling of tremendous power surged through the kneeling woman as she felt the boy's maleness expand in her mouth. She could feel with her lips the pulsing of blood as it rushed into his young cock and. She ran faster on the treadmill. An hour later, Usher said that was it for the night. She breathed heavily. He came over to her and stood right up close, making her heart strings beat against her chest and arousal grew in her pussy. "I'd just like to say, Amelia, you did great tonight," Usher said with a smile. He placed his hand on her arm that sent electricity up it. He stepped closer. "There's something I need to tell you." "Yeah, what's that?" she asked softly. She looked deeply into his. “Can I fuck you?” he asked bluntly.Her face turned even redder. “Would you listen if I said no?” she asked.“If you’re not in the mood, just tell me. But we are going to do it again at some point, aren’t we?” he could not hide his eagerness. “We end up stuck in the house alone with each other a lot. I’m pretty much gonna ask every time we get the chance.”“Then don’t bother asking,” she snapped. The way he said it made it sound vulgar and she felt like a slut for basically planning on.