The pink, slick, swollen lips; her own juices glistening off her soft, creamy white thighs. He ran his finger along her slit, then brought that finger...to his mouth for a taste. He closed his eyes, enjoying her flavor, and found himself driven with a need to taste more. Sliding her legs up onto his shoulders, he began licking her. Gently at first, just barely teasing her with his tongue. She began writhing, struggling not only with him, but with herself as well. Her whimpers dissolved into. I want to talk to Corey for a few." As Mike left, she turned back to Corey. "Jeanette appears to be a go-getter and, if you will pardon my saying so, not really your type." Oh, and what is my type?" You're a watcher. You watch the world drift by without getting involved. You're wealthy, but you don't do anything with your wealth." I own a mansion," said Corey defensively."That Jeanette probably pushed you into," countered Delphena."Er..." stammered Corey, remembering Jeanette dragging him to. "Yes, you're right. I'm glad it shows; it makes me feel a little better. But I guess it really doesn't matter; I suppose all whores feel they have a good excuse for being what they are. And that is what it amounts to, isn't it? I will be a whore, won't I?"Jack found himself puzzled and somewhat intrigued by the woman's attitude. "That's a pretty harsh assessment, Mrs. Evans. I don't think you have to be that hard on yourself..."The woman's smile was grim. "Oh, come on, be honest about it. You. Take your time, our showers are the best anywhere. See you tomorrow." And with that, she was gone, leaving me standing there with an amazed look on my face. Victoria was still here? Just the two of us? I hurried into the locker room, feeling a tremor of excitement run through my sweaty body, my pulse elevating a little at the naughty thoughts flooding through my brain. I stopped in the doorway and stared at the delicious sight of Victoria bent over, her tight yoga pants stretched delightfully.