She was wet now, but her hands pressing down on my shoulders meant she wasn't ready for me to get up. She was the goddess and I was kneeling before he... worshiping and mouthing, manly moans that begged for more than just a taste. I wanted to have her vaginal lips swallow my sword as my cock ached for attention while my mouth worked its magic. “Take me!” she gasped. Her words were like nectar. I rose and lifted her off her feet and laid her on her bed as if it were an altar. The “V” of her legs. I love you more than you will know… Then, nothing. I sat, realising that Becky and her boyfriend and the third years around me had lost interest in the group performances and were huddled lightly around me, trying to catch a glance of what was happening in the conversation between Sam and I. After about an hours worth of group performances, it was decided that a break was in order. As this was decided, I buzzed Sam. My place for a quick chat? I live just a minute, if not less, from the. I think.” Abby yearned for the privacy of her cubicle, away from the world's most awkward conversation.“Here, let me help you put it back on.”Putting her shirt back on was at the top of Abby's list of things she wanted right now, but she almost preferred toplessness over Bill’s help. He gestured her to put her hands up, and she obliged only because she could keep her back to him. For the moment when her shirt became handcuffs over her head, Bill’s had free reign of her body. Under the pretext. It was just by change that he found just two lines, no photo or such like, just two lines between two prominent adult advertisements. The message was simply; ‘Full body massage, the suburb and a phone number’, nothing else. A number of years before he had come across a similar short advert and that had led to a number of years being the client to a mature woman that fore filled his fantasies. ‘I will give the number a ring’, he muttered as he picked up the phone and dialled. He was about to.