I buried my head between her legs, kissing her inner thigh, teasing her. She slid her hand through my hair, and with a little force I thought a little...woman like her didn’t have, push my face into her crotch.I laughed, taking the hint. I slowly started to lick her, sliding my tongue up and down her slit. She let out a contented sigh as my tongue worked her hole. She loosened her grip on my hair, just massaging my scalp as I contently ate her out. I could feel that her teenage body wasn’t used. I hoped that our meetings had not made a difference in their marriage, or that I might have created an ill feeling with something that I had said or even done. Well, I convinced myself, it must be something else entirely different that she wanted to see and talk to me about. Even so, I could not shake the feeling of anxiety or get this out of my mind.That evening, as well as the next day, came and went without incident, so I was looking forward to meeting with Kay, whatever the reason. I would. The rest of the top floor held a large drafting room for when he personally worked on the plans for a building, a conference room for dealing with clients, and a simple bedroom that held a small bed and a single bathroom, for times when he had to work overnight.He sat behind his mahogany desk, nervously spinning his pencil in his fingers. He had long since finished his days work, but the thought of going home had his stomach in knots. He didn't know how he was going to face Sarah....After. She truly was a dirty little slut, his dirty little slut, the slut that had his cock in her mouth and part way down her throat. He grabbed her head, held it in place and pumped his second load of the day down her throat. She finished cleaning him up making sure not to miss a drop, swallowed, climbed up to his face, gave him a peck on the lips and asked, “Do you still love me?”He just smiled and stroked her face; how could he not, she was just being a dirty slut like he wanted. Yes, it could be.