In fact I said he wasn’t going to have sex with me again until he was able to do for me what I did for him. He told me he couldn’t do it and that ...e was sorry.I said that I hoped he understood what I was saying that he won’t get to fuck me again until he was able to eat my pussy and makes me cum. If I was willing to do him with my mouth and suck him off then he should be able and willing to do me. I wouldn’t suck him off any more either. Period. I was almost begging him and telling him I wasn’t. "You think so." I do. Atlanta is the place for you. You're a good waitress and smart. A woman like you would make a lot more money there. And when you want a date there's a place called Catalus's Dream where you can find a woman who's just like you and me."“Catalus's Dream,” Sally told herself. "Atlanta's a lot more expensive than life around here." Yeah, but you make more, get in a better class of restaurant." Well, there was no arguing that point. The roadhouse was okay, but it was mostly a. Now I practice in a hospital, a sizable one (are there any small hospitals?), with many beds and many floors and many patients to see in a day.I'm also married, though so far without children; married for five years now. My wife, Danielle, is an elementary school teacher with her own interests and concerns. We love each other, of course, but we both tend to work hard and with all we both have going on, our sex isn't what it once was.Now, I suppose that's a common situation, I've heard others. Kneeling before me is Jed. Hands go up my skirt. His fingers wet from the oozing excitement soaking my panties. “My, my,” he murmurs, “Delicious little slut, you are.”He tears my panties off. I hear the cotton snap and I squeal in shock. Then I spread for him. Giving it up, putting it out.Mike's tongue is down my throat. Jed's is slithering against my clit, making me crazy. Along one side, then the other, and finally along the hard ridge. I could easily cum like that. Oh fuck yes, I could cum.