All in all it was a pleasant dinner with pleasant conversation. Desert was next and he asked me what, if any I wanted. He knew that I fought my weight...my entire life, sometimes winning, sometimes losing. Lately, the stress of moving and a new job, I was not winning. I shook my head no and he asked ‘How about coffee then? The decaf espresso is not bad here, it tastes like they use Italian brands, not local ones. I’ve always noticed the differences since you clued me in on that.’ I agreed. After. Anyway, Jack was hard by the time he got to class. He stood at the front of the classroom and I knelt down and began sucking him off. This was my last chance to give him head in front of Jake and I wanted to make the most of it. I'd told him I wanted to make it a performance, and he obliged me by grabbing my hair and pressing my face into his groin."Oh, yeah bitch," he moaned, loud enough for Jake to hear, "that's so fucking good."When I could tell he was getting close, I pulled off and let him. You might want to be sure the bar you are building is going to be acceptable, before you waste a lot of time on it." I suggested.The Brit made the calls on his cell phone while I sat with a cup of bad coffee. When the call was finished he kicked the brick wall. He was lucky that he didn't break a toe."So?" I asked."What we plan is fine as long as the top is seamless." he said. We will have to lay a granite top on it," he said."No you don't. You can put some man made shit on it as long as it is. He began to groan and shiver and then he poured himself down mygreedy throat. As he grew soft I fell back on the floor, exhausted but sovery happy. What these feelings within me were, where they came from Ididn't know. All I knew was that they made me feel good."What a bitch cock-sucker you are, Christophe! That was marvellous. Sogood, in fact, I shouldn't keep your mouth to myself. You liked it so much,didn't you?"In my moment of pleasure I was more than happy to agree with him.So it was that.