“You mean I have some say in this decision?” Roger asked, with a touch of sarcasm.“It is your money, after all. I can’t make you spend it,” ...he replied, starting to hesitate at pushing Roger out of his comfort zone.“Well, thanks for that,” he said, wryly. Then he perked up and added, “But you’re right, I do need to break out of my rut and start to live a little more. Dr. Franke did encourage me to have more fun, and a sports car sounds like fun. Let’s say I can spend up to forty thousand. Lissa had bought a bottle of bubbly in the hotel gift shop and we ordered a pizza and ate in our room.Our room. Not in all the time I’d been in Chicago had I considered it Allie’s and my room. This was always intended to be our room in which Allison was a welcome guest. And, of course, that was the major topic of discussion as we gorged ourselves on pizza. Racquetball be damned; Lissa and Melody wanted a play-by-play commentary on what had happened with Allison. I told them and held absolutely. She was out of her senses. I shove my tongue deep in her vagina licking every layer of it. It tasted weird but I started enjoying it, I licked her clitoris. I inserted my finger a bit inside, looking at her face at the same time, searching for something, and it was then I found it, her g-spot. Kept touching it there and she had the biggest orgasm within the minute. I again shoved my tongue inside, tried to touch my tongue to her g-spot, I couldn’t go all the way.She pushed my head, got up like. Juices flowed freely from her pussy, drenching my hand and her toy.Cries of pain came mixed with her moans of pleasure from the pressure of my thumb on her plug. I forced the head tightly into her rim causing the jewel to almost disappear from view between her ass checks. This pinned her still convulsing pelvis into the wedge as her final, albeit smaller, orgasm to surface. The immense pleasure was too much for her objections to me violating her asshole and she rode the waves out from her.