She tasted so sweet he never wanted it to end. But this was just the beginning. She could feel her orgasm building as her breathing quickened. She be...an to grind her hips as his finger found her clit. She started to gasp and moan heavily as her first orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. Her back arched in pleasure as she climaxed. Chris couldn’t wait any longer he needed to get into her pussy. All those times he imagined her lips around his cock and now it seemed so inferior to what he was. "Should we let her have some release?" I asked as I noticed Maple's pussy getting wetter and her muscles tensing. "Sure, give me the feather duster and one minute, then use your tongue," she answered. "Then be ready for a flood." I watched as Red took the feather duster and ran it across Maple's nipples. Already large from the effects of the chopstix, the feather's tickling was almost a pain to the nipples. I could see tears forming in Maple's eyes but I did not know if it was pain or sheer. He had clients booked for three days after that, a couple of middle-aged American women. His dairy was thereafter flexible until Red’s flight back to Toronto. He had a few things to work on, but if he decided to go with Red, he could take his laptop and deal with his business whilst they were on holiday. His engagement the previous evening had gone smoothly. It had been a dinner with his agent and publisher, to discuss the new book he was near to completing. This was a pretty arcane piece of. She came of the bathroom maybe fifteen minutes later. She had on two towels, one wrapped around her middle, the other around her hair. She smiled tremulously. "Michael, this isn't easy for me," she said. I made a face at her. She knelt down, putting her hand on mine. She bent her head. "I know it's not easy for you either." Water was dripping onto my lap. She was not quite dry. She looked up. All the makeup was gone. Her face was clean. "Can you forgive me?" What I said next was the absolute.