After all, that’s what women want me for.We were ready for it and a room was booked in Novotel. The weekend plans were on a roll. I went to her hote... with some liquor and pizza. She was already waiting for me in a see-through overcoat with nothing inside (no bra, no pantie, nothing).As I entered, Shanaya started smooching me wildly. She almost suffocated me but I was enjoying it to the fullest. The aroma of her body made me horny. She pushed me on the bed and pulled out my tee and pant.Shanaya. "Everyone knows that women's muscles work in different ways than men's.I have a PhD in Physiology from Harvard and I've studied virtually everystyle of massage. I've combined my knowledge and skills to come up witha process for helping a woman maximize the use of her musculature and,at the same time, enhancing the femininity of her motion."She had finished with my feet and moved up to my ankles, then my thighs.I was floating on a cloud, mesmerized by the sound of her voice. As shecontinued with. “Because.”I shook my head. “Just because ... you believe?”She nodded. “I have to,” she said in a tone that, to me, sounded like a cross between desperate hope, and bleak fear. I didn’t like hearing it, but if she had lived with this desire for Henry for that many years, I could understand her emotional turmoil.I sighed and asked, “You said you needed help. What kind of help?”She looked at me for a long moment. “The magical kind,” she said, looking away. “Henry used me for spells he developed.. Or perhaps they were just both instinctively gifted in the area of sucking cock.Cindy's head bobbed up and down, faster and faster, and she made loud, slurping sounds as she sucked down his flowing juices. More and more drooled out of him, another layer with every stroke she did on him.George groaned and shivered. He watched her intently as her beautiful face grimaced and contorted as it fought with that fat prick, swallowing, rising, re-swallowing. Up and down, again and again, faster and.