One night as she was giving me some of that great head, a business ‘partner’ stopped in. Sarah just kept on sucking me as this stranger sat down a...d talked business with me. When I started to cum She took me out of her mouth and held my cock in front of her open lips, begging for the taste of my cum. My ‘associate’ got worked up quite a bit and as soon as I was all done filling her mouth with cum she turned to him and asked if there was anything she could do for him. He soon had his cock in. She climbed the stairs to her small apartment and turned the door knob. It opened unusually easy letting out a swift current of icy air. The cool air was refreshing, clearing her mind and drying her sweat dampened skin. Her usually loose fitting blue tank top was sticking slightly to her back caused by the short time it took her to walk from the car, up the stairs and into her apartment. She pushed the door closed behind her, slipping her sandals off by the door and walking into the living. I explained about my aborted couple of tries and she smiled and said "I think its time for you to learn. Would you like me to teach you?".I went ridged and said "I think Mrs Wilkinson I should leave". "Don't be silly and its Hazel OK!" She brought her hand onto my crotch. "I can feel you really really don't want to leave do you?". I just stared at her as she removed her bikini top and two pert firm tits appeared with really stiff nipples. "First lesson" She said. "Suck my tits please".She. He wore white-white suit, white shirt, white tie, white shoes-all white. It made him look like a tiny ice-cream man. This was the scary guy who’d been sent from the Paris office to check us out and fix things. He was the Job Satisfaction Analyst. I didn’t laugh, but it was tough not to. I stepped up and offered my hand saying, ‘Bonjour, Monsieur DiPuc. Comment allez-vous? Je m’appelle Nicholas Faulkes.’ {Hello Mr. DiPuc. How are you? My name is Nicholas Faulkes.} His face lit up in a huge smile.