People have to deal with things in their own way. In the other world, when they had gone their separate ways, he had told she would always have a part...of him. She had often wondered what he had really meant by this, aside from the trashy, airport novel connotations it could have so easily carried. Sometimes she felt as though she was under a spell of some making, and imagined him in his darkened cell, candles burning, at a makeshift altar carrying out the ritual that seemed to tattoo him on her. As soon as it was out she grabbed my cock and started to pull the foreskin back and forth. My hands went to her top and undid the buttons. She had taken off her bra as well, so her ample tits were easily accessible. My head dropped and I began to suck on her nipples as she massaged my cock even more. I slipped her top totally off and we moved to my desk. She slipped her panties down and sat on my desk, her legs wide open. I sat on my chair and lowered my head between her quite large thighs. As. I don’t know if it was deliberate or not, but she uncrossed her legs then as I watched she spread her legs, giving me plenty to look at I was the only person sitting across from her so no one else could see what she was doing. This woman would open her legs wide enough that I could see her panties then close them. She had to know what she was doing. I was almost to the point of shooting off just watching her. Then her bus to Atlanta was called as I looked up, she just smiled and left. I was in. After 5 minutes and Colette's first orgasm I inserted a g-spot vibrator into her pussy and turned it on. She immediately began jerking and tugging at the ropes, moaning loudly as she came hard while I was sucking her clit. I kept at it and she lost control of her bladder and pee'd a little on my face. But I kept going and going and now she was literally screaming, "uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!!!" I reached over to the nightstand and squirted a shitload of Astroglide on my hand and slathered it all over her.