They were to meet me for a project I was assigned. Firstly they were surprise to see me as an in charge for that project since I was just 29 years old... and probably too young to handle big projects.After our discussion, I was not able to forget the lady and called her on her mobile for some fake queries of project and invited for dinner although she seemed reluctant I insisted her for a nice dinner. In the mean time I made arrangement for good candlelight dinner, enquired about nice vintage wine. I wasn't sure how much business Alfie did there with his middlemen crime organization superiors, and I frankly suspected that the two fish that had escaped from the raid out the back door were very small fry indeed, probably with absolutely no knowledge of Ollie at all. Still, it was the only unturned over leaf that we had and I was willing to wait a little while longer to see if it would grow us a flower.After a significantly less ghastly lunch (I could live happily on a regular diet of fish. She looked into his eyes and ran her fingers over the wetness on his bulge. ‘Sorry. I think I stained your pants.’ There was a twinkle in his eyes as he laughed breathlessly. ‘I forgive you.’ Her fingers worked to open his pants, and pulled down the waistband of his boxer briefs. Damn. From the intense grey eyes, to his broad chest and hard stomach, and down to his throbbing cock – he was all man. And he’s all mine. She tentatively wrapped her hand around the base of his erection, giving it a. " That's a good boy. You aren't the kind of man who fucks pussy. You area cunt-licker!"I could taste her pussy now that I'd opened my mouth to speak and thesmell of her was intoxicating. Combined with how close I was tocumming, I was in a state of deep lust myself. I could feel the primalpart of myself, the same part that reveled in my encounter with Markand Lisa, eclipsing all else.She laughed. "You'd make an excellent lesbian. Always ready to eat cuntwhen it's offered. But what about my.