Actually, I'm a lab tech at the hospital, and she had finally admitted her actual age after she learned that.It's kind of ironic, actually. At 28, I w...s recently divorced, and had been out for a beer with my Dad, who throughout my life had been a mentor and paragon of wisdom to me. My wife of seven years had gotten pregnant with "our" first child, and shortly after the baby was born, I discovered that he wasn't mine. Long story, sad ending. I had loved her, and thought she loved me.Dad and I. We would be getting a competition of main line New Jersey cooking, meaning American with a heavy Italian influence. It showed from the start. The amuse bouche was a seafood trio, one from each contestant. The shrimp was called a croquette, but crocchetta would be closer, based on the seasoning. The scallop almondine could have come from any seaside cafe from Sicily to Spain. Only the deconstructed crab salad was strongly American. It was also the best prepared and most imaginative.The soup. I arched my ass up, it was his and I wanted him to take it.I bit my lower lip waiting for him, I filled my hands with his bedding, waiting for him. I closed my eyes as I felt the firm, fat head of his cock against my asshole. I gasped when it slid deep inside me. I moaned a soft, satisfied, “Mmmmm.””You feel so good!” It was some of the very first words I had ever even spoken to him, once inside his apartment, and they were those of a cock loving man.He started to move, wonderfully inside me,. "Can you tongue her while I do this? Is that allowed?" Anything is allowed provided she doesn’t safe out." Great."Adrian took off the headphones."I’m going to take off the gag now slut, but it better be licked clean. Have you swallowed everything?"Mary’s throat moved, and then she nodded. Adrian undid the gag standing behind her."Mary, you’re a slut. You never told me until now. You have to be punished. I know what you need. It’s going to hurt but it’s cathartic. you’ll feel better afterwards,.