Things would be a bit awkward, but would move on as usual. On the other hand, moving forward was possible and oh so tempting. She knew that if it con...tinued, there would be more involved than simply a good fuck. They would be making love. Nineteen years of emotions, a literal lifetime, would come together and flood both of them with feelings that even now she could not comprehend. She let his cock fall out of her mouth, but she still was holding it in her hand. She turned and looked him in the. I turned her computer on and wiped any traces of our correspondence from it. I pulled out files and spread them around the desk, placing one in her lap, open with her hands in it. I opened the bottom drawer of her desk and propped her feet on it, crossing her ankles. I looked carefully around the room. No blood, no sign of an intruder, no hint of my presence. It was time to go. I carefully checked her one more time. Her pulse was slow but regular and her breathing was normal. Leaving only the. "Fuckmeat," I replied, sniffling. "Tell Carla what your name is." "It's Fuckmeat," I said softly, addressing Carla. “Make her say it again, Carla said as the door opened and a black man, apparently Ramal, entered. Derrick pulled me to my feet immediately, and turn me to face the large black man who had just entered the room "Fuckmeat," Derrick said, laying the belt down, "this is Ramal. He was babysitting your husband while I fucked you, and I want you to thank him." Through startled. Well, there was a story going around school that his wife had wised-up and left him the summer before. I guess by the time I came along, he was horny enough to risk doing it with one of his students." Jan finished her second glass of wine. "It wasn't like I was some sort of pure virgin. I had already done the dirty deed with a couple of dudes from school. Both were okay,at first. But then they got real possessive. You know the type. So I dropped them." Claire didn't know the type. Frankie was.