"In those stories we read, back at the Academy, the histories dressed up as literature, a meeting like this would have been a moment for sparks and wi...e eyes. A moment of revelation and sudden romance.The reality was that Fell Gurmot was almost terminally shy, and even more terminally spoiled. I got a sniff, and no real eye contact."Trunk, give me your cloak." I said, having decided to force what I knew had to be coming."What?" He asked."Give me your cloak, let your father see what his money. She took a deep breath, then felt his tongue hit the small area of skin between her anus and pussy. She closed her eyes as she felt his tongue slowly licked all the way to her clit. His tongue slid under her hood massaging it with his tongue. She was done, she became his. He sucked her clit into his mouth, pulling his mouth with it between his lips. Just enough pressure she could feel the pull. Not painful pull, but the most amazing feeling she had ever felt. He flicked his tongue up and down. He opened his door and fumbled to open his lights, wondering what the hell was inside his pocket. Light glimmered upon a miniature stethoscope. Taped to it is a note, “ THINK OF ME. – Catherine T.” Dan swallowed as he remembered the petite OB in their office. The little minx has been teasing him mercilessly with lewd comments and flashes of her milky breast and God, that little of tongue of hers that would peek out as she licked her ice cream cone the last time they had lunch together. He. ”“Doc,” I said. “Pardon my vulgarity, but none of us, and that includes Michelle, gives a flying fuck what society at large thinks. Society at large has its head so far up its ass I’m not sure it can ever be extracted. We’re at a point where we’re just ignoring anyone and everyone who has a problem with it. So, can we agree that Michelle is not a mistress?”Doctor Green nodded, “OK. Tell me a better word.”“There isn’t one in English I’m aware of. I think the three of us would agree that Michelle.