She put her hands around my neck and I was holding her by her waist. She brought her face close to my face. Our lips were about to touch. I had a wick...d smile and said “you want a kiss huh”. I kept on talking with her being so close to my lips. She was breathing very heavily and suddenly she sat down and I told I am not able to breathe, palpitation. I was like palpitation for what. She said nothing.“”Don’t u want the kiss??””. She stood up holding by my neck again and she came close. I went. Mrs Smith removed the remainder of her clothing and joined her blonde friend to share Matts cock between them. Mrs Smith was more into deep throating compared to being gentle like Miss Handsworth. Sandy still sat on the desk now pulling at her nipples and biting her lip to stop her from moaning loudly. The feeling from both Smith and Handsworth was unbelievable. He was close to cumming when both women stopped and retreated to the desk. "Come Mr Greaves." instructed Handsworth. Spreading her. ?Divorce?' George blinked at that as he had married Eleanor for her money. It was a cliché buthe had married the bosses' daughter and now, when Eleanor's father died, Georgeran the business. Eleanor was plain and a good little wife who had no idea that George was bonkingevery young woman he could find. George wasn't handsome but the women wereturned on by the money and the gifts he lavished on them. Money, after all,was the third most potent aphrodisiac ? only chocolates and roses were. “Okay, grazie. You have my number, let me know if I can buy it. Arrivederci!”“Ciao, signora. Ciao, profeta.”I thought that was it, but now Mel stopped and jerked me back.“What? What was that?”“Profeta. Prophet. Ees on the back. See?”And indeed, in barely legible pencil strokes someone had written ‘profeta’ on the frame. That could have been anyone. But then, the painter could have been anyone, too. Mel snapped a picture of the back of the painting and then we were finally on our way.“I’m.