Do it again."It looked awesome, would look great on video, and felt even better on my cock. It was absolutely great.I pushed her back down. It was muc...h easier this time."Oh, yeah. That's the way. I knew you could."I forced her down five more times before I released her hair. Phoebe's breathing was hard."Don't stop. Keep sucking my cock."Although winded, she resumed bobbing on it"Go down on it," I instructed.She paused, but when I brought my hand up she tried to do it on her own."All the way," I. “Please don’t make me stop” she whispered to me.I didn’t answer, but kissed her again as I lifted her into my arms and moved her onto the living room couch. I drug her ass to the edge, kneeled between her legs and slowly drug my tongue from her ass to her clit. As I began to nibble, lick and suck on her clit I slid first one finger then two into her dripping pussy and slowly massaged her g-spot. She began to pull at my head, swearing and shaking violently and the first waves of an orgasm. Her job took a lot out of her and then having to go to school afterwards didn’t help. All she wanted to do was sleep. She plopped into an empty seat, set her knapsack next to her, straightened her cute, black, short skirt and closed her eyes. “May I sit here?” she thought she heard right. Sleepily she opened one eye to see an older woman, about thirty-five standing there. She appeared to be a business woman: jacket, white blouse, blue skirt to the knees, proper business heels. Pretty, with red. Your looks especially. Yes, you are a beautiful young woman, but what I mean is my husband would not prefer you? He likes the darker complexioned. Spanish like me or Arab or African. You would have been safe. But you had a scientific mind I recall. I sought a more artistic mind, yes?”“That makes sense. Liz drew beautifully. And she’s...”“Dutch. Knows their masters well. We’ve toured the Rembrandt museum many times. As well as the art here. Many of the paintings she has advised Al to buy. Taught.