“Okay then,” the old man leered; “show me how pleased you are with my contract. Get your mouth around it.” His hand was now guiding her pretty...face towards his lap. She didn’t need forcing but looked like she was getting turned on by his domineering presence. The married woman gleefully opened her mouth and gleefully swallowed the first two or three inches of his fat cock. The man sighed as she pulled his foreskin back and her tongue encased his knob. He kept his hand on the back of her head. Julian's presence was still felt, a ghostly remnant against her. Waking up in his arms was wonderfully comforting. She felt safe and protected. His kiss on her hair had caught her by surprise. It was oddly gentle, soft and almost affectionate; a contrast to the person she'd seen so far.She'd been so pissed off at him yesterday. After everything they'd been through, after all the time she'd spent caring for him, she hadn't deserved his snapping at her in the morning. Her question was innocent.. “Julianne, bend over the chair.” She knew what effect she was having on me as she smiled before lowering herself over the chair and then spreading her legs even wider. Her pink slit glistened with juices. I stepped up close behind her, wanting to thrust my aching cock inside. I ran my hand over her cheeks and up inside her, letting my finger run along her hard clit till she moaned. Swish, swish, swish, the lines appeared but Julianne was silent. I brought the cane down harder, swish and she. Yes, college was going great. No, I didn’t have a boyfriend. Yes, I think I’ve grown, too! But all I could concentrate on was the man whose eyes I could feel burning my skin. He made me feel so… Uneasy. All I could return to him was a few nervous glances, and occasional stunned eye contact. Until finally, with champagne running through my veins, I marched my wobbly legs right up to the back of my mystery man, prepared myself to tap on his muscular shoulder- and then quickly turned back the.