Jesus. I try to work her like she did me, bring her close to the point of no return to tease her. I manage to do it a few times, but she gently puts h...er hands on the side of my face, picks me up and whispers "you're amazing, I need to cum. Work me this time until I can't cum anymore." I take her cock back into my mouth and work up and down slowly, lips riding her beautiful shaft. Soon her moaning becomes intense and I feel her cock stiffen and her pelvis tighten. She explodes into my mouth,. We both enjoyed sensuous encounters, hands caressing our faces, hair, breasts, buttocks and bodies in quiet out of the way places with each other. I know that I am a strong woman, I won't say dominant, but I do have tendencies to boss everyone around; it's part of my job I suppose to be that way, and Kelly, I thought was quite like that as well since she runs her own business and has employees working for her. But following my trip to her house late at night and discovering the peeping tom. It turned out that Attia was hosting the mysteries the day after each Jewish Sabbath. Her husband, away in the Senate or on other business at the time, suspected nothing. During the week, we drilled holes in the wall through which Aaron and I could observe the events. They began by reading a hymn aloud, full of subversion about Christos’ return, before getting to the meal. Contrary to the information we had received from informants who provided lurid second-hand tales of cannibalism, it. ‘This is perfect,’ I smiled as I sat down, Mark pushing the chair forward that he had held for me. Sitting down on the other side, he reached across and took my hands. ‘Yes, you are.’ ‘Flatterer,’ I smiled again. ‘I’m too short, too wide and too muscular. And, Mark,’ I hesitated, then plunged ahead, ‘I have a secret that I need to tell you.’ I had decided that this night would be the night I told him about Jeremy. The more I saw of Mark, the more I talked to him, the more we made love, each.