" Omby sat up and kissed Dorothy sharing the spit between each other. "Don't be sorry, your amazing." Omby went to get up but Dorothy stopped him. "I ...an do it, sit back." Omby put his arms behind him, sitting up on his elbows. "You don't have to do this Dorothy." She smiled up at him,"I want to."She opened wide and took his cock in her mouth once more. Sucking up and down hungry for his cock. Her mouth pulling her spit up into her throat then back down his shaft. "Oh fuck Dorothy take it all I. ‘If you really want me to stop, I’ll stop,’ she said. ‘But I’d like to give you a first payment. I’d like to show you how Fyodor makes me feel.’ It was crazy. Crazy. She was not like this. Was she? She had never been a slut like this… but something was burning inside her, something new. She had, all at once, this feeling of utter desperate dependency on the man in front of her, and yet complete and unquestioned power over him at the same time. It thrilled through her body and guided her. This made the time go by a bit quicker; when the game finally ended, he went upstairs to go to bed, glancing again at the clock he saw that it was now past eleven.Something woke Marcus, rolling over he looked at the clock with blurry eyes, the time glaring two-thirty. Rolling over he saw that Maria still wasn't home yet. Getting up, he padded to the bathroom, relieved himself, washed his hands, and was about to shut off the light and try to get back to sleep when he looked up hearing. Then I kissed her lips. It was one of those languid, no hurry kisses, the kind that seem to reach down to your heart and set it on fire. I slid my lips down her throat and began kissing her neck. God, it was a beautiful neck. I felt myself sucking on that neck, trying to make it mine. I finally came to my senses and let up the pressure, seconds before placing a serious hickey on the neck of a thirty-five year old business woman. She didn’t seem to mind. Her eyes were closed and a soft lazy.