"Jane, we need to talk." Sure, Shaun, Mark is out, did you want him here?" No, Jane, what I want to talk about is a bit sensitive, I think it's best i... Mark isn't here. If you are offended by what I say then we can both just forget all about it."She took him to the living room and they sat opposite each other on comfortable arm chairs. Not having expected company, Jane was in a tee shirt and jeans, her long hair down around her shoulders. She couldn't help feeling a bit scared. She wasn't. I could tell she was getting a little impatient with me. I guess I was acting too much like a loser."Listen," I said, "we're going to have to work out some sort of professional relationship, here. I'm taking up all your time, and you're not even getting paid." Josh, you paid all my expenses on this trip! I've been eating in good restaurants, living in hotels I would never book with my own money. You don't owe me anything." Now that we're back, I'm still going to want you to come to the games. I. She knew I was close and was careful to take her time. She told me, “Don’t you cum yet, you need to make this last.” I knew I didn’t want to disappoint her so I tried as much as I could. With my cock so hard, she occasionally would put her head down and lick the tip to keep it wet, or maybe to taste my juices. Either way, it felt so good. Brooke continued this routine and started rubbing my ass again. I needed a distraction (and maybe her too) so I reached over and started to rub her pussy. I knew then; knew on the day I had met him at the office so that we might lunch together. The day I had joined him so we might celebrate the anniversary of those minutes when I had stood beside him, clad in white, a proud, petite figure shivering nervously, surrounded by the warmly beating hearts of friends and family and the cold colossal architraves of Norman power, bathed in a rainbow of colours from the sunlight stained glass windows before me. I had meant the promises I breathed that day.