This experience is not an "itch" but a determined progression. She was reluctant at first, but the notion, which I suggested, grew on her. After exper...menting with some other enhancements to our sex life, here we are, and she seems to be enjoying The Other Cock.We're all naked, and she's lying face-up on the bed, head off the edge, tilted back, hair hanging to the floor. My dick is halfway in her mouth, having been stiffened by the sights and sounds and sensations of our foreplay. She's. My hands went instinctively to his big full balls. I continued licking his shaft as it began growing and getting harder. I moved down and began licking his balls. A few moments later his cock was fully hard and was at least 8.5 to 9 inches. My tongue and lips worked it was from his balls up his shaft to his cockhead. It filled my mouth and I worked his head with my tongue. He then said, “Yeah Bitch, suck that fucking cock.”I felt like such a slutty sissy bitch. I was on my knees in panties. I had alerted the Concierge to notify me and send her up when she arrived, and I greeted her at the elevator lobby on my floor.She stepped forward, raising an arm to lean against the open elevator door, stretching her opposite leg at an enticing angle."You like?" she asked.I had expected thin, clingy party dress or dressy sophisticate would be her wardrobe. I had countered with black dress slacks and a short sleeve button up casual shirt with a casual jacket. Boring on my part, well-conceived. " "What's the occasion?" "The neighbours are getting upset about me constantly walking around naked," I stated matter of factly. She almost choked. "Not just neighbours,strangers in the street too. Bloody nerve!" I continued. "It's a bit of a cheek, sir." She offered. "I suppose that I should be pleased that you're fully clothed." "Well... not too pleased, I hope." "So... the occasion; should they be smart, casual, smart-casual... formal?" "Not formal... god forbid! It's bad enough that.