‘How about we go to bed early tonight? We could both use a good night’s sleep.’ I smiled and got up from his lap. ‘Lead the way, Dr. Goldberg....Your wish is my … wish.’ I didn’t know if I would ever reach the point where I would feel comfortable following anybody’s command. Going to bed early is not the same thing as going to sleep early. Sometimes you just can’t manage to fall asleep. Sometimes there are things for which you would prefer to stay awake. This was such a night. ‘I don’t know that. That's where his interests lie." I'm Fred Martin, and I'm the National Sales manager for Viking Boats. I flew in this morning to have a meeting with the man who was supposed to head up our new showroom in Costa Mesa. That was him on the telephone, telling me that he was no longer free to manage our showroom. Our grand opening is a week away, and he tells me this now. Well look, I'm sure that you don't want to hear all about my problems. Let me give you the address for our new showroom, and you. Her second orgasm was more quiet, but her internal muscles clamped down on him hard enough that it felt like he couldn't move in her at all.When those rippling muscles released him, he could no longer fight the urge to give her his seed."I have to cum," he gasped, trying to pull out.Her legs tightened, keeping him where he was."In me," she panted. "I got on the pill."It only took ten or fifteen strokes before he gasped, groaned in sweet agony, and delivered the cargo in his balls into her. She laughedsoftly into his shoulder. "You better take of your panties so I don't ruin them, Jess." She lifted herself just enough for him to slide them down to his knees.Then, she grabbed a shampoo bottle and threw it at the bathroom door,slamming it shut. There was a full-length mirror on the back of the door,so now he could see himself, his eyes sultry and ravenous, with Sarah onhis lap. He watched as her naked butt rose a little, and then the honeywarm wetness of her pussy kissed just the.