Then softly, almost timidly, she begged, “Please lick me, Syl.”That was the invitation which I had wanted. I lowered my head and licked her outer ...lips, bottom to top, then kissed her mound again after my tongue crossed over her hooded clit. I licked a second time, with a little more pressure, parting her outer lips as I did. Then I diddled her hood right over her clit with the tip of my tongue. She moaned louder.I looked up and smiled at her. I saw she was tugging her nipples. She smiled down. "Give it to me, please," I said. "Give me that cock."He pushed my upper body back on the bed, still having no mercy on me. I was being completely dominated by this young man. I felt the blood rush to my head.I was acting like, and being treated like, a slut. I noticed that I was sweating. I was thirty six years old, and getting the best fuck I ever had by a guy eleven years younger than me. I was hooked, I wanted him. I felt young and invigorated. I hadn't had a real orgasm in years., but was. Trust me, you'll fit right in with this crowd." She told him reassuringly."Crowd?!" He said with alarm, misunderstanding."No, there aren't that many. Just... Just c'mon. You'll find out." She said lightly, opening her door and getting out.Mikey, ya gotta quit this chicken shit routine and make your legs move! He scolded himself. "Besides, if they don't like me... Fuck'em." He mumbled under his breath.As he walked around the Durango to stand beside Renae, he slid into what he liked to call. It was said that he was really tough and could make a grown man cry with his criticisms. Now straight out the gate I had two strikes against me. Practically running, the hem of my long skirt swishing around my black riding boots I rush into the shiny chrome and glass conference room, apologizing, I set up for my presentation. I can feel his deep blue almost black eyes on me as I fumble with the set-up of the projector. He does not say a word just sits with his chin resting on his entwined.