You sound like you could see what I could see. It wasn’t what we wanted for each other.’ she said more confidently. ‘You’re right, Molly. One ...ay I looked in the mirror and I saw the real me and I didn’t like what I saw at all.’ I stated emphatically. ‘I knew I had to change and with a little help, I got it done. What you see is what you caused. I’m the new me because you kicked my ass out.’ She smiled tentatively. I couldn’t tell if she was frightened of me or she was respecting what I had. She obviously saw all of these items as legitimate business expenses.On the other side the revenue aspects of the business looked extremely healthy. All her clients appeared to pay for their therapy sessions in cash. There wasn’t any detailed breakdown of receipts from individual clients but from the bank account statement he could see that there was plenty of cash coming in. George could only assume that Erica’s therapy was extremely well regarded. Either she was treating a very large number. The whole time she was touching me in different places. Rubbing on my arm, pulling my hand down under the table and stroking it, running her hand up and down my smooth legs and even slipping it higher under my skirt a little. There was another couple, and a man in the bar as well, but they didn't seem to be paying us any attention. The drink and her touching me had made me bolder, and very aroused. I began to rub her leg under the table, and before I could even ask if it was okay I noticed her. " Umghhhh", she cooed and purred as she gets on all fours. With her pussy still quivering from my oral ministrations, I grasped my throbbing cock and pushed it gently into her invitingly wet cunt.... "Oh, daddy!" she gasps as I enter and she pushed back to take me all the way in to the hilt. Laying both hands on her waist, I pull her back towards me and fed her inch after inch of my solid black meat. Rocking my waist I go deeper until my cock hit her cervix. "Aghhhh! She moaned, her waist.