She was talking to a group of friends but wasn’t as wasted as me. She saw me heading towards the door and approached me. I told her I needed to get ...ome, and I was leaving.She looked at me with those magnificent hazel eyes that bore into my soul. She said in a somewhat playful voice, “I can’t let my elevator partner leave. I’ll get us a drink. Come on.” I grabbed her hand on a whim and told her how wasted I was, and I had a meeting the next morning. I have fuzzy memories of what we talked about. "Fuck doll, what if someone comes in right now?" you ask, jaw clenched, as my fingers form a ring around the base of your shaft. "Well they'd get one hell of a show champion," I answer with a smile before wrapping my lips around the swollen head. I slowly tease the head with my tongue, swirling over it and sucking it lightly. The sounds of pleasure that you make are so incredibly hot. When the tip of my tongue traces the underside of your cock head you inhale sharply and shudder. I keep on. She must have been a sportswoman of some kind.Jason was in his early twenties and had always been in trouble with the law. This wasn’t his first time breaking into a house.He got to the top of the stairs and saw a display box with different colour cotton belts. For the first time in his life, he felt a little uneasy. He saw more pictures on the wall of the same young woman in Karate uniform all sweaty posing with dignitaries. He started losing his wits slowly, every noise made him jump.He. Then I asked him if he was still trying to work it out. He answered he did not know yet how to react or think.He continued saying he had not had sex in six months.I told him six months was a very long time and I thought that I could not go more than a week. We both laughed. Then I felt a little courage as I asked him what had he been doing for six months…Barnaby gave me an evil grin and he said that he had not had a single orgasm in a long time. I looked at him with a small smile.Then I said I.