.look up at me while you do that...you need to loosen up some and let me get what I want...' Before I could answer he pushed my head back and reached ...nto his jacket pocket and said '...I want you to take a good strong sniff of this, don't worry it's not d**gs or anything you can get in trouble with. It's just something to relax you a little...' As I stroked his arm length tool I asked '...how will it relax me, I'm not gonna be knocked out or anything am I...' He smiled at me and said '...just. I wasn't about to forget that meet. It was the only loss we had that summer. And yeah that still sticks in my craw.Keeping up appearances, of course The Stick informed me caustically.There were folders of other stuff — "Fin" seemed to have spreadsheets, others contained address lists, emails that didn't mean much to my snot-clogged brain. I let Maria skim through it, trying to remember some of her muttered Hispanic invective for future reference. Obviously there was stuff on there that should. I wake up late. I check my phone, almost on autopilot, just checking Facebook, Instagram, pretty much whatever just to catch up on what I may have missed the night before. I see a post by Renee. It read ‘that moment when you meet someone better than your last’ with a bunch of heart emojis after it. I immediately perk up. ‘Is she talking about me?’ I think to myself. I mean, she has to be talking about me, I was with her yesterday. As I’m pondering this, that party pops up in my head. I jump up. "I'm sorry," I say. "Your husband paid for the deluxe massage."I slide my cock out of her mouth and position myself between her thighs, putting them over my shoulders, and I begin to suck her thick labia, my tongue exploring that wet crevice, sliding in and out of her hole and up to her throbbing clit, where I lick circles around her button and begin to suck it like a third nipple. She goes off again almost immediately, this time bucking her hips up and down, legs kicking, and hands gripping.