Really what he wanted was for me to make him lick his cum from me.We never did anything about it, he seemed to lose interest in doing it once he came....Over the next few months, he mentioned it once or twice and I could tell he still had an interest in me making him do it, but I think he was embarrassed to mention it much. Then one evening, we were having a take on the deck of our club. It was a beautiful night and it was our first take, we were standing by ourselves. My husband had his arm. " Otis headed out.Carmela and Chuck were keeping it clean on the dance floor -- well, almost. Sort of. Usually. The problem wasn't Chuck, either -- it was Carmela. She was out and Chuck was not only dancing with her and paying attention to her, he had promised more, and she was flying high! As a result, she was all over him, wanting the illicit touches, the evidence of his desire for her. She wanted him making those moves that signaled his possession of her -- and as a result, Chuck found. It was sufficient. Her folds were already moist and I started slowly. A gentle probe of my tongue to part the dampness of the small patch of hair, and prepare the way for more intimate explorations.I felt the tender warmth of her thighs enfold me as she cocked her hips to allow me better access to her core. I buried my nose within her folds and inhaled deeply - another preparatory gesture whose psychological value far outweighed the physical sensations it imparted.My reward was the touch of her. “I know you’re married and are blessed with two children, but I’m told they are in college and not living at home. So, if you could see your way to helping us.”“Well, it sounds interesting, but...”“We’ll pay you six thousand dollars a month, plus free housing, a car and driver, and medical care if that should become necessary. You won’t have many expenses, so you can save a good part of that money. Would you like me to give you more details about the job?”“Yes, please.” Six thousand dollars a.