Isobel would drift in but then perk up as the mornings went on. Henry himself started to visit her; something he had never done previously. He was per...urbed. She was looking wan and thin cheeked. He mentioned it to Merle who agreed."I don't think she's eating properly," she replied, "and she's not bothering to bring her lunch in any more. It always used to be quite a feast. You know, cold chicken or ham and salad and some fruit but I've never seen her eat anything this last ten days."Henry. I suck hard on your rock hard staff. As it disappears again and again between my lips, I try to taste as much of you as I can. My mouth presses against my fingers, loosely wrapped around your girth and each covered in tendrils of saliva. Knowing what you want, I concede and remove my hand. Your cock surges forward and your helmet bumps against the back of my throat before disappearing further. After swallowing as much as I can, I release you with a loud, dirty “plop” and give you my sultriest. He set down his drink. “Tomorrow, then.” He got up and went home.I sat in the darkness, thinking about what had happened, and could not find myself feeling even the slightest glimmer of guilt. Tomorrow ought to be interesting.It was.When he came over I poured him a drink, and we sipped for a bit and then I stripped naked. He followed my lead.“What now?” he asked.“This.” I pushed him down on the bed, hovered above him, and began playing with his cock, which got hard immediately. He gasped when I. It wasabout the 7th week of all of this that I told her I didn't want to do this. Itold her that we were friends and shouldn't be doing things like this.?Besides?, I told her, ?blowjobs are nice. But I like things a bit down anddirty. I could never expect you to be the kind of woman I need.?? I also tied in the quality of our friendshipand how I wouldn?t want to take a chance at ruining it. I didn'tmuch care if we weren't friends. I just wanted to manipulate her. Hell, Ifigured that the worst.