That doesn't make any sense."She sighed. "I can see you have some misconceptions. Follow me."She led him down a side hallway. Her office was much smal...er than Claude's, but still had a comfortable seating area. She directed him to a plush leather armchair while she tucked her knees up on a couch diagonally across from him. What followed was the most eye-opening discussion of male/female psychology and domination/submission as both play and lifestyle. At one point, Natalie intruded, with a tray. He and Julie were completely exhausted by the time their wedding ceremony was over. Thanks mostly to their relatives, the blessed event had transformed itself into a nightmarish ordeal despite the young couple's joy in finally being wedded."I am completely pooped," Alex exclaimed as he snuggled into the fragrant leather seat of their limousine headed for the airport."Not too pooped for... you know what, I hope," whispered Julie. The limo driver's window was tightly closed with curtain drawn;. The smile she gives him, watching his expression(s) as she licks and worships the cock that satisfies her most.If you are astute at reading people she doesn’t have to say a word. Her emotions (and actions) are never revealed verbally to me as I fuck her sloppy seconds afterwards. But you know. You know she really enjoys his cock (more). I have never received that kind of attention to my cock from her. Her blowjobs, to me, are quick and ‘matter of fact,’ never longer than a few minutes. . “Mmmm, yes, verrrry hard.”She made him scoot his stool back a bit, as she knelt before him, holding his thickness in her hand ever so gently. “Same idea. Focus and ignore what I am doing. Remember, don’t cum, just play. Make the music be your orgasm.” She kissed the wet tip of his cock, and smiled up at him as she licked his precum from her lips.She nodded for him to start. He swallowed hard, breathed deeply as she had taught him, and reached for the keys. She repeated again, “Don’t cum, just.