She pressed her nose into my stomach, and gave a long low, sexy, and muffled moan.I grabbed a handful of hair, pulled her off and pushed her from her ...nees to her back. I laid down on top of her, rubbing my dick against her clit, but not penetrating. She moaned happily, and thrust her hips towards me. I slid farther up, now kneeling so my dick hovered over her face.I slid up further still, and allowed her to lick my balls, coating them in the same layer of spit that still covered my dick. . I do. May I?" Yes. You may but be careful not to go too far, Freda." If I did you would cum, Peter." Yes, and George wouldn`t want you to do that." I wouldn`t mind, Peter, but she mustn`t do that."Freda came to me and held my cock. It became even harder. Then she began stroking it. It was wonderful for me. I was being frigged by George`s wife."Freda. You must stop stroking me or I`ll cum." I`ll stop if you want me to."By now, though, I was close to ejaculating. The sensation was lovely and I. I thought about giving her one of my Tee-shirts, but she would fall out the neck hole. Then I remembered the halter top. I had a live-in girlfriend for a while in the City and when she moved out she left it behind. It was red satin and I remember it being very tight on her. I dug it out.“Cori,” I said as I found her in front of the television. “I want you to take off all of your clothes and your shoes, put them in this trash bag and then take a bath. Hanging in the bathroom is something for you. She twisted the lock button on the doorknob and turned closed the window blinds as she looked back, smiling kittenishly. As she walked slowly back to him, she continued. "Mr. Grazio... Tony, let's not be too hasty in our decision. I have other skills which are not shown on that resume... skills that don't show up on school records or diplomas either!" she cooed. "Remember that woman who you were 'interviewing' that night? Well, if you were to give me the same interview, I could show you how.