She dismissed the thought, though. The conversation with Lionel was going to need all her attention.She’d decided that a rather formal, business-lik... look was probably the best for their initial meeting so she’d put on an outfit that she might well have worn to the office. The white shirt with its loose sleeves always felt comfortable and the straight black skirt reaching just to her knees was ideal too. Her one concession to the role she was playing was a pair of black boots with pointed toes. I could smell her hot sex waiting and begging for me. I had her in control, and she knew it, there was nothing now that she could do to stop me from fucking her. I placed my tongue over her panties where her wetness was, and I licked it, slowly going up and down. I rubbed her pussy softly from the outside while licking her simultaneously. “Oh John, lick my pussy already, it’s getting so wet from your finger and from your tongue, STOP TEASING ME you little bitch! EAT ME OUT NOWWWW!” I. . He nodded to me and I nodded back. He came up to me and asked - maybe a little TOO eagerly, “You want a hot blow job, sweetie? I’ll make it real good, mister,” he said. “Take care of you straight up, sweet man.” He was damn near begging. I told him maybe later, and he asked me if I was going to cum before I left. I told him that I probably would, and he said, “Just look me up and we’ll go in a booth and you can cum in my mouth - no sense wasting it on the floor… ok, sweet man?” the fairy. I said as sarcastically as possible, “thanks’ and started into the room. That was when I really looked at who he had been fucking.Most of Brad’s women are the usual sorority skanks and football groupies. They wander the campus in herds. Every one of them is hot. But their faces tend to blend together into a universal blur of “pretty”.This was a completely different breed of cat.She had thick copper hair that disappeared down her back in healthy waves. The totally perfect state of her hair was.