As a matter of fact, we missed each other as often as we connected. I wasn't ready to stretch the calf muscle anyway. I was still working on flexing i... normally. I was able to put it down enough to limp around a few steps but I needed the crutches to do the full mile.I was on my way to the car when Mag 7 played from my purse again. I waited until I reached the car. "Hello," I said into the device, which I had come to hate."It's me Sarah, I have your notes ready," she sounded excited."Now, you. I stared into his eyes and felt myself climbing towards another orgasm. He stared back at me as he thrust his cock in deep and hard, slowly pushing it in as far as he could whilst he fingered me to the edge. My whole body was shaking and tensing as my pussy pulsated and throbbed round his cock. He let go of my wrists and started massaging my breasts and I dug my fingers into his back, pulling him close as my orgasm erupted. I felt my juices squirting out around his cock, as I writhed and shook. .. what he would expect of her. She was simultaneously aware of the pounding in her chest and the dampness between her legs.Patiently, he stood in the corner... in the shadows... as her eyes adjusted to the soft light and her mind adjusted to the situation. He was dressed wholly in black... a turtleneck, slacks and casual shoes, which highlighted his face and his hands with their elegant fingers. He offered her a glass of white wine, served with a warm smile. "Good evening," he said, the rich,. "Glad you like it."His fingers were on my face now, moving in circles over my temples, on my cheeks, by my mouth. His thumbs touched my lips and I stuck out my tongue, trying to draw them into my mouth, but he quickly moved his hands away. "Shh, patience," he smiled, placing his hands back on my face only to move them to my chin, then ears, then the front of my neck. His slow, deliberate, light motions had their effect: my head was now comfortably resting against his belly, as I took deep.