Me- Come on, you are a doctor, you know if someone is curious about anything, then you must kill his curiosity.She- Please I can’t tell this now. Yo... will understand one day.She didn’t say anything and turned to gas. She started work. I went behind again and without wasting time, I held her boobs.She- What’s this? Please don’t do this.Me- Please just let me feel you.She- Please understand, this is wrong. We need to stop this.Me- Please little.She- It wont be little. I don’t want to sleep with. He is happily receiving his footjob when she gets a call on her cell phone. Guess what? Silence is imposed, it is her man and she pretends that she is alone at the moment. Her husband is calling to know how things are going, how has been the day and things like that which she replies that she was tired of her feet, blaming her shoes. She says that her feet are aching a lot and only he can make her feel better. At the same time, she is talking to her loved husband she is stroking the other guy’s. Involuntarily she started thrusting her hip upwards.She waited in anticipation for him to go to her pussy but he reversed the direction. His tongue was now at her toes, the sole of her feet, teasing and disturbing the anklet that she had worn only in one ankle and then a slow upwards motion of licking her inner thighs. I just then through the sexual buzz in her head she could hear her mobile ringing. God! Who can it be. She did not want to respond and hoped that it would stop, but just then she. My hand found her other breast and I began to roll her nipple between finger and thumb. I could hear her gasp with pleasure as I played with her breasts, alternating each one from mouth to hand. After a while, I slid down her body and pushed her skirt up around her waist, exposing white lace panties that showed a dark patch underneath. I rolled the panties down and she lifted her bottom to help in the process. When I looked again, I was gazing on a thick, luscious triangle of dark, almost.