Julie tried hard but she didn't synchronize any of her motions. Her tongue felt nice and soft but she would often scrape her teeth across his shaft. E...ch time Dave would gently warn her about the teeth.After at least fifteen minutes Dave could see her getting tired and a little frustrated. He knew if he didn't cum, she would feel like she failed so he focused on her face licking his cock and he visualized the many fantasies about her sucking him. He remembered the taste of her juices as he. "I mean, it is a rathersignificant revision." Fine, fine," I replied."I just wanted you to know ahead of time. Most of my clients don't likesurprises in their bills." Just do it, okay, Thad?" Sure, James. Delighted."What had inspired me to commission the work upon which Thaddeus wasworking was both a poem, "My Last Duchess," by Robert Browning and aparticularly painful affair with a lovely lady who hadn't been quite assubmissive, as it turned out, as she'd advertised herself to be.She hadn't. He was still reeling from all that had happened earlier. He sat back finding it hard believe what he had just done and what he had been part of. Jeff had wanted to fuck Julie again before they left. The two men had just managed to get their socks on when they both found themselves standing there watching Julie put her stockings on. They were both mesmerised watching her fastening her stocking tops to her suspender straps. Julie had looked up and saw the two of them stood there staring at her,. She shuddered and breathed deeply through flared nostrils. Her insides seized up... it wasn't an orgasm by any stretch but it was a very excited kind of twitch that dribbled a little more wetness into the crotch of her suit.God, she thought to herself, maybe I should try to control myself a little bit. At this rate, I'll mount the next pole-shaped object I see.When she opened her eyes and forced herself to breathe normally, she glanced at her husband. He had the biggest grin she'd ever seen on.