Miss Hoover didn't seem to care and kept on sucking and massaging his testicles. He slapped a little more violently once or twice, but other than a mu...fled protestation, she had no other reaction. "Well, said Homer, since you insist..." And she sucked on his dick undisturbed for a minute or two.Homer looked at his watch and saw that Marge would soon be done with Bart's teacher. "Hey you, go faster! My wife's waiting for me. Come on!" Though she was doing her best, Miss Hoover wasn't going fast. Slowly the men finished their work and left the room. Eventually she was alone. It felt somehow even more unusual to be alone in her position. Her body so displayed, but no one to make use of it, to enjoy it. Like a beautiful flower which blooms in the forest but is never seen or admired; it seemed a waste. However, she knew that somewhere her master knew of her position, of the way she was displayed, and she knew he would be pleased with her. This thought bought renewed moisture to her. It seemed so simple I wanted to throw up.But I didn't. I just nodded, sticking that twenty in my purse and looking around for a second before sliding out of my seat. I knelt in the empty spot where my feet had been and just leaning over the guy. I unzipped him and reached in, finding his cock damp with sweat and hot, and it smelled like old stale urine. But that didn't matter, did it? I wasn't going to marry the guy, I told myself, I was just going to suck him off.He had a pale cock and a nice. ”“You’re welcome.”“Business is good?”I nodded, “Very. And you?”“Good. I’m wondering if I can pick your brain about technology. I think there’s a lot of money to be made in the markets by betting on the correct horses.”“Plastics,” I chuckled.“If you think I look like ‘Mrs. Robinson’, I’ll have Nicholas take away the rest of that brandy!”“I’m happy to give you as much insight as I’m able to.”We spent the next forty-five minutes discussing current and potential future technologies, and then we.