“Melinda, Gerald Burnstead is a bad, bad person. So are the people that visit there. He has friends. Just keep in mind that I do, too. Because of th...t, so do you. You’re safe with these people, I think. Mahogany row at the Pentagon sure seems to think so. Don’t talk to anyone until we get back with you, and Mr. Cantrell, keep your eyes open. Stay here until we’re gone. You don’t need to order anything, unless you’re hungry. We pay them for this. We’ll talk later.”She handed me her card and. She wanted him to witness the scene. The darkness of his cock disappearing into the paleness of her skin. The black dick disappearing into those ruby red lips. Sandy wrapped her hands around Richards ass pulling him into her face as he started to moan. She felt his head swell to the max and felt the flood of hot creamy cum gushing into her mouth. She held him into her mouth until he was finished. As Richard withdrew his cock they heard a car pull into the driveway. Richard quickly pulled on his. Their flowing skill was evident but it was so different from what I had seen earlier.Then, one by one, they discarded their gowns to reveal business attire. The music changed to techno-pop, and the dancing became ritualised. As they passed each other, they reached out and touched. After every pass, the touching became bolder.They would reach under the jacket and caress a boob before dancing away to another encounter. Soon they started taking each other's jackets off, flinging them to the edges. On the flip side of that, she never mentioned any man in her life, so I continued to see a glimmer of hope that she just might want to pick up where we never started. She’d mentioned in one message that she was looking for a bigger apartment but the invitation to her housewarming party was the first I knew she’d moved. It wasn’t a personal invitation, the list was huge, but there was no way I was going to pass on meeting up with Cora after all this time. *** Cora hadn’t changed much, at least.