Both Il Tenore and I held the chairs for our lovely ladies, and we took seats beside them. It worked out that I was between the women, and Il Tenore w...s on Lou's right side.The salad was served almost as soon as we were seated and the conversation dragged a little amongst most of us as we ate, but Il Tenore was holding forth despite the food.After the soup course, the soprano made her excuses (she said she couldn't have meat until after the concert), and the men all stood until she was away. .” My denial no longer viable as he found a hard, driving rhythm that satisfied us both. My cunt quivered as his tongue darted back and forth across my clit. He inserted his finger deep inside of me thrusting it in and out as he attacked my sex orally. He reached up with his other hand pinching my nipples, which were aching to be touched again. Ecstasy and pain intermingled as it shot through my body. I lost all sense of time and place, of everything as he drove his tongue into me. Plunging. She pulled her mouth off of my dick and licked her lips. And made the ovservation "I had forgotten how hard young men can be and can stay. You haven't lost a bit of hardness. Do you want to quit now?" In my mind that was about the dumbest question anyone had ever asked me. Hell no I didn't want to quit. She stood up and took my by the dick and let me to a small bedroom. Taking off my pants and shorts she began to gently massage and rub my butt with one hand and to jack me off. Then she just sat there eyeing me while ever-so-slightly pivoting her chair from side to side. Something passed between us as and I knew we were on.In the days that followed I would go to the staff kitchen to make a brew, which meant I had to walk past the accounts office window to get there. Previously, I had eaten sandwiches and poured tea from a flask brought from home. Clare would see me pass her window, and one day she followed me through to the small scullery. When she entered, she said.