Your friend moves over me and lowers her pussy to my face. I can smell her and see how wet she is as her pussy comes in contact with my mouth. She s...arts to grind on my face as I lick her pussy tasting her and hearing her moan. I feel your mouth leave my cock and something by my feet but have other thing on my mind so I don’t care. You start to suck my again as your friend rises off me I close my eyes and enjoy your cock sucking skills. She grabs my arms and move them over my head. . Otherwise, I would have cum already. Well, it was that and her relaxing right after she climaxed. Any more milking, and I would have expended my seed in her pussy. As I removed my softening dick from the whore’s ass and went to the bathroom to clean up, I saw her in the mirror next to me. She had a very satisfied smile on her face, confirming my earlier suspicion. She was still wearing the cuffs, as I had not removed them. The blindfold was gone, however, since I had taken it off her face right. The event I am going to narrate here is true and for some of you it must be very strange and unbelievable. Many of us can claim that they know the psychology of women fully but after reading this story they must reconsider on there thinking that women are unbelievable and to understand that at what time what they want is purely a wild guess. As I told you I am an ophthalmologist and I have well established clinic in a posh area of Lahore. My fame is good around the city and I earns good. Not sure what the phone number meant. Did it mean friendship, or did it mean something more. Thom wasn’t sure either way, all he knew was that there was something in the way she had looked at him, and the way that he looked at her, that made it impossible for them to be only friends. Picking up the envelope with the phone number on it, Thom put it in the console of his car, and there it stayed for a week. He didn’t call her. He smiled slightly as he thought of this, a smile to accompany his.