I can hear the wind blowing,theirs thunder, then flashes of lightning: it illuminates the room because it hasn't stop raining outside. I begin to move...my tongue down over your clit and pussy lips. Your cunt is so wet and taste so sweet. I try to stick my tongue as far as it can go inside your wet pussy. You grab the back of my head and push my face deeper into your cunt. I begin to move my head in a figure 8 motion. Your squeezing your beautiful white breast and pulling on your pink nipples.. "Are you okay?" he asked."Go away!" I yelled as I kneeled over the toilet. "I don't want to talk to you!" We can talk about this," Tony said as he banged on the door again and tried to turn the handle. "You know I can break the door down."Tony was my husband, and he had been a firefighter in his prime. Now he was a decorated and respected investigator. "Do you want me to break the door?"I wiped my mouth and stood up. "I am coming out," I nodded. I washed my mouth and opened the door pushing. Oh boy, was today hot. "Good morning Stan." "Hey Anna, morning! You're looking extra beautiful today" Bla bla bla. The rest of the conversation was just a blur as I tried to calm my heart - he had just called me beautiful! It took every ounce of will power not to start squealing and giggling like a little girl. That's how my elevator ride into work started this morning. Stan's little comment has got me all fired up and reading way more into it that he intended, I'm sure. But that little bit of. " He leaned closer. "You should see the gown I own. That's low cut." But then he straightened up, "But it's got spaghetti straps! Not that they're made out of spaghetti, mind you. Unless you cook them, they break. You wouldn't want your straps to break, now do you? Not in a low cut--" "Mr. Kimball!!" Oliver Douglas's breaking point had been reached. The man was startled for a moment. Then almost smiled, "Oh, sorry. Of course you know about straps breaking: You're from sophisticated Manhattan!.