I find it best to surprise them with the first squirt.I raised my head as the initial spurt of my cum entered her mouth, to see her reaction. No recoi..., I could feel suction around the shaft and her movement slowed to a crawl. She was a swallower! And it seemed an experienced one at that. Thank God for the ex-boyfriend that taught her how to eat cum. Her score went up dramatically in my book, and I relaxed my head back in bliss as I emptied into her throat.Not a drip, her mouth was closed. James has a very cool third floor loft apartment down by the river. Bare brick walls, oak wood flooring and very atmospheric lighting. The apartment is completely open plan; even the wet room has glass walls so you can see right in. I don't know who chose the furniture, I doubt it was James, but they definitely have great taste. There's not a lot of it but what there is is seriously classy. The antique dining table is absolutely gorgeous; it seats about twelve people and must have cost an. I found her a handsome woman; she was nearly my height, with red hair that she normally kept up in a coiled braid. Her eyes were a brilliant green, and I tried to avoid looking into them for too long, lest I appear forward with her.In all of that, though, I was reluctant to approach her. I had even penned a letter to her, expressing my desire to see her more formally, but I had tucked it in my desk, not daring to present her with it.During the summer, a cholera outbreak had started at the farms. She stumbled from the grand bedroom suite and went to one of the guest bedrooms to avail her stained body of a soothing bath to assuage her battered bum with scented rose water and a touch of some Italian oils. Instinctively, she knew in her soul that her new-found love, the artist Arthur King would never take pleasure back there unless she invited him first just for the sport of something exciting and different.The upstairs maid Dominique came into the room with a candle lantern and inquired.