“Si Popi,” came her reply.“You were pretty wild yesterday on the ride home, any particular reason?” I asked.She was silent for a little while ...onger than was necessary when she finally answered.“No, I just wanted to feel you,” she said and then hesitated again.“And…” I said encouraging her to continue.“I..,” she stammered, “ just wanted to be sure.”Okay, this was like dragging a turtle out of its shell. She wasn’t volunteering anything but some thing had definitely bothered her.“You know you. .I have my hand in my panties beneath my desk and my cunt is soaking wet. My office door is locked and I plan to cum a few times before you pop your load." Our sex had always been nasty..really nasty. I recounted one of my favorite episodes to her as we got hot."My favorite fuck with you was the time I took you to the hanger, tied your slut ass up and fucked you like the cunt you are." I owned a small airplane at the time and kept it in a hanger at the local airport...during the week it was. Why was I so turned on? It wasn't blowing Karl. I've never enjoyed giving a blowjob. It was something you did to get a guy to go down on you, or because you didn't feel like spreading your thighs and letting him stick his cock in your snatch. So why was this so exciting?God, was I getting turned on by being watched? By being humiliated?"This is what your mouth was made for," Karl moaned. "Instead of snapping at people and being a stuck up cunt, your mouth was made for sucking my cock."Well,. "Oh my God!" she cried. "I can't believe you said that." I looked at her. I wasn't backing down on this. "Ok. If that's what you believe then I won't argue with you." she said. "But I will let you think about it for a few days. And while you do, you can't suck my cunt." Mom!!!" I protested. "Tell me honey. What can you get from my old cunt that you can't get from another girl's pussy?" she asked."Cum of your lovers" I replied."If that's all you want, then you can suck them!" she retorted..