Two hours passed and our discussion of business slowly demenished. She began asking simple questions about my personal life. I answered as honestly as...any guy of my stature would do, which led to a personal, and sexual conversation. Salesa slowly leaned over our table, crossing her arms and asked in a seductively soft voice, "I'll tell you my sexual desires and fetishes if you tell me yours". The sensual tone of her voice and honest words caught me off guard, I blushed to collect my thoughts.. My dick stirred and at that moment all I wanted was for her to touch it. “The edge is important here; you need to remember that,” she said. “I love you but I have to push you. I’m going to have to learn how to do that but Mona can show me.” “What?” “Mona is going to keep playing with you. I’ll join in most of the time. But it’s up to me to obliterate the boundaries, to see how far you’ll go for me.” “Jesus fucking Christ. There can’t be any boundaries left.” “There’s always another. Oddly enough, the topic of why they were both there on such a dreary morning hadn't even come up until that very moment. "So what brings you out on such an ugly night... morning... whatever you wanna call it?" Paul asked.Abby shrugged. "It's pretty simple really--my son."Damn, she was married, Paul thought, a tinge of disappointment making him swallow hard. Even bundled up in her coat Abby was beautiful. And he didn't just mean physically either. Her personality and soulful eyes were nothing. " "Well, I've given you all the opportunities that you could have unbuttoned me or unzipped me, haven't I?"He then proceeded with his pulling down my pants. Before I knew it I was on the floor with bare butt cheeks and a throbbing aching cock on full display, my shirt underneath me.Oh, the stains, I'm never going to get that shirt cleaned up, I thought with horror. "Stroke yourself for me." he commanded, ending with my name.I didn't object for a second.Wrapped my hand around it and started.