I could hear her sigh in pleasure. Just about the time that my neck started to feel the strain, she let go and leaned over a bit. I though she wanted ...me to shift attention to her cunt, which was now within reach, so I did. However, a few moments later she handed me the dildo and said in a husky voice: "Fuck me with this." She leaned forward again, grabbed hold of her ass cheeks and I gazed again at her rosebud, which was still slightly open and wet from my saliva. That's when I noticed that the. "No, no," I protested, "it is a pleasure to buy you coffee Miss. A kind of tribute really I suppose." Well, its certainly a long time since I was addressed as 'Miss' and a bit incorrect these days don't you think? Thank you anyway, it is appreciated. The coffee that is. Your politeness too for that matter. Refreshing these days." Well, it seemed appropriate, and anyway I didn't know what else to call you. Ma'am seemed a little formal and a little old if I may say so." Oh, you are good at this!". But she was still horny, which meant she had a choice: would she go inside and get herself fucked by her big-dicked boyfriend, or instead rub herself off here and now while she smoked? The former option was no longer practical, as she now reeked of smoke – which Charlie would certainly not put up with. And so, Tracy thought, option number two seemed a really good idea. Her back patio was, fortunately, not overlooked, and was sheltered from the view of any neighbours. She sat down on one of the. Usually, the smile wasn’t forced at all-repeating her self-affirmations always gave her a sense of peace and inner tranquility that made her worries seem small and insignificant. But today, they weren’t doing the trick. She was just glad Doctor Bishop wasn’t too busy to fit her in. ‘That’s my girl,’ Doctor Bishop said. ‘Now, why don’t you lie down on the couch and we’ll talk about what’s troubling you?’ He gestured again to the recliner, and this time Jane followed the implicit suggestion..