The stories could take her anywhere. She would use her own fingers or her favorite toy. Sometimes she could reach a climax in moments...other times sh... would enjoy the ride for awhile. Stacey's husband had a shift change, leaving her alone at bedtime. Since her husband was the who usually put her to sleep, she had to take it upon herself. She pulled out her trusty book from her nightstand and started reading. It just so happened to be a story about a woman masturbating on the train. Stacey had. No one clung to false hope that he’d beat it. He’d offered her her freedom too, but she just couldn’t desert him. But she had agreed to his demand. The weekend fling with David Danfors had been when she was on the rebound from Simon but hadn’t met Wade yet. They were at the same hotel but different conferences in Atlanta. It was after she’d broken out of the secretarial pool and went to the conference to provide backup on personnel. She had gotten in the wrong conference room one day and had. I was about to order a Tsingtao when Portia texted me that she was ready. Her room was simple and clean, with Aztec statues and paintings to decorate it.It clashed with my desires but only a little.Portia was kneeling on a prayer mat her gorgeous ass was pointed directly at me. She looked up startled. She wore a pink hijab and a conservative long sleeve crimson top with conservative black pants. My dick hardens, held at an awkward angle by my cheap boxer briefs. She begins with questions, “Who. Taking one breast into his mouth, he sucked gently at first, then more forcefully.Hyandai moaned in response, tilting her head back and letting herself lie flat upon the table under him.His tongue explored the round lobe, then moved over the cleavage between them, lapping up the sweet nectar from the plum. The taste was divine, the tangy sweetness of plum mixed with a heady dose of cinnamon spicing. Her fingers twined into his hair as his lips and tongue moved over her chest and onto the other.