I applied suction and the cool water washed over my tongue and around my mouth before I swallowed. She took the straw away."Only a little bit now. Mor...e later. Is that better?" she asked."Yyyesss" I struggled to say."Ooooh, that's good!" she exclaimed. She took a clipboard and wrote on it. She told me I was doing well and she said she'd be right back.She left the room and I was left to my thoughts. I took the opportunity to look around the room. It looked like a hospital room from my own time. " she spoke in a low tone and I saw the tears in her eyes forming slowly as she looked up at me."Did he tell you to... ?" I didn't have to finish the question because she was nodding, causing the tears to roll off her face where they were falling on her round breast mounds. I took my handkerchief and touched the wet spots on her breasts lightly, absorbing the teardrops, and then I wiped her eyes gently, trying not to smear her makeup.She took the handkerchief and began drying her own eyes, as. Susie and Rory were naturals. Tom suggested Margaret Tennant and her partner and, because she did not belong to a section, Trish and her partner. Briony was happy to agree.With it being an official function there was a top table for members of the board. Betty Nugent had clearly had a hand in the seating plan and Clive was on a far corner of the table with one of the least attractive wives next to him and the other diagonally opposite. Opposite him was Walter Silverman, someone he despised:. This itself could have been enough for me, but I knew I had her for a while, so why not do more? I opened her legs and buried my face in her crotch, again inhaling the aroma of her most intimate essence. Her skintight black stretch pants hugged her hips and groin so tightly I could feel the slight, soft bulge of her pubic hair through the material and I pushed my face between her legs harder. Her aroma was strong, a heady musk that spoke volumes about the secrets she had been flaunting all.