Are you Native American? How exotic.’ Muffled laughter from his side of the door. ‘Tara. I still have to make you dinner. Remember our plans?’ �...��We had plans?’ ‘Yes. Dinner. Have you forgotten? The last taste on your tongue was me.’ ‘Right. Okay, well, then. You fed me. I’m full. Night!’ ‘Not hardly, Tara. Come on now, open the door. I’ll smell good for you.’ ‘You do smell good.’ ‘And I cook. I’m a bargain.’ The door opens and she smiles at him. ‘I am pretty stupid, but I do occasionally learn. " That's Colin Marsh, Mrs Letterman, the famous author. If you've read any of them you have probably seen his picture on his books and he's been on television quite a few times. Mr Marsh spends a lot of his time with us." Mario turned and gestured at the young lady who had been left at the table. "The young lady with him is his secretary, Katherine. Very pretty, isn't she." Yes, she reminds me of myself when I was her age." If you don't mind me saying, Mrs Letterman, I remember you were. I wanted to taste the valley of her desire. I took my mouth over her labia and blew air over her cunt. She let out a soft moan as she trembled with joy. Her hand was on my head now pressing it closer to her vagina. I responded by using my fingers to open her lips and dart my tongue onto her pretty pink clitoris.It was dainty and distended as I licked it fully. I could make out Sonia was releasing her juices each time my tongue would go lower. She tasted divine as those legs spread wider,. .she'd work her way down to my neck. Her lips always made me tremble and as she slid her tongue down my neck and to my chest brushing my cleavage I let out a soft moan. Her hands always seemed to know just where to go on my body as she kneaded my breasts, working my nipples adeptly with her tongue. She always got this sexy little smile as she sucked on them because she knew how wet it got me. And it was no different now. Soon it was impossible to differentiate between the moisture of the shower.