"I beamed at this. "Well, this is hard to explain, but I am gettingvery frustrated at reception. I don't want you to think I'm notgrateful. I like ...y job and the men are very kind to me." I thoughtof Winthrop. "But frankly, I'd like to be in some situation where Icould meet more people." I thought of how the voice might react tothis. "More men, to be honest." Yes, Eve. That's VERY positive thinking. We agree that you should besomewhere to meet more men. We think we may have something. Her cunt felt extremely sensitive by then, even as she lapped up the creampie left by Barry Gordon in Suzanne’s slit.For a fifty-two year old woman, Suzanne didn’t have a smelly or gross pussy at all, as some part of Whitney might have feared. Then again, traces of Barry’s jizz might have disguised any foul flavors if they had been any, another reason to be eager to eat her out. There was also the factor of some outlet for the feelings of lust as she bucked her hips against Lewis’s prick inside. He fumbled at the buttons of his shirt. Their eyes locked together, passionate, wanting. Her fingers hooked in the hem of her silk pants, sliding them slowly down, enjoying the fact that his eyes followed her hands. They slipped softly to the floor, pooling at her feet. His eyes stopped at the sheer emerald green panties. A slight darkening covered the vee of her thighs and she reached behind her to unfasten the clasp of her brassiere. Her breasts were firm, her nipples the color of caramel…. The buzzer sounded as I entered. Behind the counter was a young Pakistani woman, our eyes met."Where's Mr Abbassi" I asked. "He's gone to visit family in Pakistan" "Are you his daughter" "Yes" "I see" She smiled. She had large brown eyes-framed by charcoal makeup, she wore a tight black t-shirt, and she had thick glossy black hair that flowed down to her lower-back. My eyes wandered along the shelves of wine, as I was reading the back of a bottle she came from behind the counter and started.