" You're in luck. I've even got a lemon." A very Jeeves no less."He chuckled, poured her drink and handed it to her. She took a sip."Ooh yum! I haven'...t had G and T for ages but I've still definitely got a taste for it. Thanks, Andrew."He picked up the whisky and soda he had poured earlier for himself and they went back into the living room where they both sat on the sofa."Um, Andrew?" she started slightly hesitantly. "Would you be prepared to send me another of your stories to read?" Of course. Cleaning his apartment last Saturday put him in the good mood he's been in ever since. He likes the clean environment and doesn't ever want to go back to that messy lifestyle again. Reading his new cookbook has given him a new perspective on his nutrition. He has chosen some recipes he wants to try this week, and he's made a list of what he needs.While he enjoyed cooking last week, he knows his kitchen is woefully equipped to make most of the recipes in his book. He has one frying pan, one. ..!" he said. And then I found that I did want to tell him. I put my hand on my mouth, and then I found myself speaking through my fingers. "I do... I do..." I moaned. "Oh God... Oh God... Oh please... don't stop..." "TELL ME!" he demanded. He continued to pound me. "OH GOD..." I moaned. "Oh please... please, please, oh please FUCK ME! Oh please fuck me, FUCK... ME...!" I felt him pushing himself even deeper into me. His cock was starting to throb. "Oh God," I cried, "Oh God, please cum in. She pulled me close and grabbed my still stiff cock with a devilish look in her eye "is this (she squeezed my balls) about me and black cock again babe" i mumbled something incomprehensible as she held my cock tightly. she went on "i have not felt your cock so big since you were stood in our flat watching and wanking over me sucking on Simon's huge cock" she really knew what i wanted to hear and she started stroking the shaft of my cock and rubbing the head against her stomach. i was in.