‘If the weather is going to be good I’d love to join you.’ came the equally spontaneous reply. ‘How about coffee or a bite to eat after work s... we can set it all up?’ ‘I’d like that.’ She replied ‘Timmy’s at 5:30?’ ‘Great, I guess I’d better get back to work now.’ He said reluctantly. Over coffee they talked about things they had in common, finding many interests that they shared. He had checked the forecast and the weather promised to be fine. Finally they decided where to meet on Sunday. ‘I am no courtesan. I am an artist!’ she huffed, all the while her hands had started trembling. Her body felt compelled to surrender to his large powerful hands and yet his words were so infuriating. She was glad she was not holding onto anything for Roland would see how nervous she was. How impudent he was being. What a lobcock! She kept these thoughts to herself as she tried to determine how to rectify the situation. She could not afford to lose this position, if she did, she surely would. .." Then grinning like an imp, she shucked out of the bottoms and panties, dropped the damp panties on the floor and stepped back into the thin sweatpants. Toby just held his breath and watched, bug-eyed. Sweet! Crawling back atop him, Erin murmured, "Now, where were we?"Fifteen minutes later, she was gasping and hunching atop him; the sweatpants hung below the twin hills of her ass and she was rubbing her furry crack along the underside of Toby's furious hard-on. "I'm not gonna make it!" she. ‘Jason, please lick me, lick my clit. I need to cum, Jason, please make me cum, ohhhh... ‘ I had been babbling, but my mind stopped forming coherent thoughts as he closed his lips around the tiny nub of flesh and sucked, flicking his tongue onto it. All I could think, and feel, was “Yessssss!’I’ve heard that many women find direct clitoral stimulation painful and unpleasant, so I must be an anomaly of sorts, because he could rub it, suck it, and tongue it directly, and I was happy as a clam.My.