Finally, I cave in and get tickets to The Magic Piccolo...”“It’s The Magic Flute, Sir.”“Right. For the next month all I hear from her is all...about how I’m going to find some excuse not to go. I even turned down an invitation to a Bachelor Party so I can take her to the opera. So the big night finally arrives. I’m standing there in my suit, and she’s all dressed up. We’re just about to head out the door and the phone rings. She gives me this look...”“I’m well familiar with that look, Sir. My. The sucking sensation on my other nipple quickly had me squirming against him. The arm supporting me shifted and I found myself clinging to him as his lips reclaimed mine. His hand delved from behind between my legs. I parted for him quickly touching down the toes of one foot and lifting a leg to wrap round his hip. His fingertips rubbed over me in firm circles. I knew he could feel the slick slide of my wet pussy before his fingers pressed past my lips. ‘I want you inside me,’ I urged. With each wet slap I gasped and moaned. The only thing I could think of was his hard cock ramming into my wet, waiting pussy. I was rambling incoherent things into my arms. His long, hard, deep strokes were turning into short, deep strokes. I felt a familiar heat building in my belly and moaned his name again. His cock plunged into my pussy again and again. I felt him start to swell in me and my thighs started to shake. My breath froze in my throat and my muscles all locked. He thrust one last. ”“Okay, you went all weird there for a second. So, what are you going to do now?”“I told you. I’m going to stop worrying about who I ought to be, about being the professional businesswoman who never stops. I’ve had some calls already: seems that word has got around and I reckon I can sell my controlling shares to some Investment Bankers for a tidy sum and live off that for a while.”“Well, good for you.”“I hoped you’d say that.” I drew a deep breath, teetered on the edge and asked her the.