“How many times have you seen him?” His calmness unnerved her. She’d been prepared for an argument but as in his profession, he was methodical.�...�It was the only time,” she pleaded, “one stupid time and I’ve regretted it ever since.”“Did he drug you?” he questioned, searching for an explanation, trying desperately to reapportion the blame.“No, it wasn’t like that. I really can’t explain why. It just happened.” He wanted to believe her, but a seed of doubt was growing, feeding his fragile. I began to rise up so I could move more quickly but she pulled my face into her belly. I ran my tongue in and around her navel and she held me in place. I was confused but I knew I could only do what she encouraged me to do. If she wanted me at her pussy it would happen when she chose and not when I wanted. After I had slobbered all over her belly she said, “Get off.” I was sure my pleasure was over. As I rose up off her I felt her moving about and then she said, “Well, take yours off. “See, just delicious,” she purred, plucking another from the bowl. “I absolutely love them. Especially anointed in a different sauce.”“Oh?” I asked, struggling to find my balance. This was not going the way it should. I had to take—I moaned as she shoved the date into my pussy. Her fingers pressed it into my juicy hole. Her smile grew naughty. I gasped, clenching down on her fingers and date, anointing it with my cream. Then she pulled it out, the date covered in my sauce, and popped it in her. There was no way I was going to let this moment pass. I worked the head in and out for what seemed like minutes. And he was deeper and deeper with each stroke. Until he was fully inside me. His cock throbbed. My ass ached for that moment. He began to stroke in and out. Until it was full 10” strokes. I began to move with him. I could hear him. He was telling me that I was his whore. And he wasn’t being quite. I didn’t care. I was fucking him with passion. He kept calling me dirty names. I just.