’ It warmed me inside to know that Marty enjoyed my work. I used to think he was just humoring me about liking them but over the years he’s talked... me up to some pretty important clients and sent a few customers my way. I owed him for that. ‘You know, you still haven’t picked out a piece for yourself,’ I reminded him. ‘You were supposed to pick one from the Coastal series to go in your apartment. Unless, you want something else now.’ He squeezed my arm, ‘I’ve changed my mind, about which one I. She dropped my hand which she had held for the entire walk to the room and went and stood by the bed facing me."Strip," she said. She was clearly going to be taking charge of events. I nodded.Apparently, I was a little slow for her however, and she took on an impatient look. "Well, hurry up," she said. "I need a good screwing and patience is not one of my virtues." I speeded up the process and stood waiting for instructions. Jesus! what a wimp I was. It was no wonder that women didn't exactly. Her blouse, plain white, was unbuttoned just enough to show her cleavage.When her phone rang, Cathy recognized the number as that of Tom’s. In her heart, she was half-expecting him to have changed his mind. She wasn't sure she'd made the right decision.“Hi Tom, we still on for this evening?”Tom's voice was strong, almost boy like. “Oh yes, I just wanted to know what wine you would like, and when you will be coming over. I am so looking forward to it.”Cathy once again felt the familiar itch. I looked up and said, “I’m sure you haven’t got any cum left in those balls now.” He was going limper as he said, “That was a small portion, let’s say, a starter.” Bastard was confident and I said, “We’ll see what you’ve got left.” It still rained hard; we could hear it in the bedroom as it collided against the window. I got up and walked out to the kitchen and poured myself some more wine, I asked, “Fred, would you like some wine?” He came into the kitchen and said, “Well, if I’m staying.