I slipped my tongue in between her lips instead, pushing deeper into her pussy. My saliva mixing with her juices, her soft inner labia gave way to my ...ongue, her opening just in my reach. She cried out, her frail body sensitively responding to every stimuli. I felt the flow of fluid increase, and I sucked it all up. Her right hand released my head, untangling itself from my long black hair, and I glimpsed her hand slip under her shirt and up to her breasts. I let my tongue glide up to her clit. I looked so smart, so successful. A long way from the naughty girl put across my Mother’s lap for a spanking, or worse across the stool for a discipline spanking. I undid the three buttons of my dark grey business jacket and hung it carefully on the hanger. I unzipped and slipped off my matching skirt, undid my tulip neck stretch shirt with three quarter sleeve, and unhooked my silky oh so expensive bra. I looked at myself in the mirror, standing there in only my knickers. My. With a relieved sigh, I literally ran out of the room. A few minutes later, I was in the bathroom, getting ready for bed. I had made sure to leave the door ajar, hoping to get another visit from Prince. A fantasy was just what I needed to relax and every little noise that reached my ears made me glance at the door. But I made it through my entire pre-sleep ritual without so much as a visit from the studly animal. I was about to give up on fantasizing when I heard the familiar sound of claws. She is desirable, and makes me want her but, even worse than the off-hand state of our ‘relationship’ (such as it is), is the fact that she has never let me fuck her. Never has… Never will. Period. She is strange about that. She has told me that she finds the ‘humping and bumping’ (as she puts it) ludicrous. She has no interest in having a cock inside her and seems to find it unfathomable that other women do. Now, you may, on reading that, come to the conclusion that she doesn’t enjoy sex but.