Sucking the remnants of my creamy filling up so good it sent me over the edge again releasing another stream of jism. It sprayed out all over her face...and neck as she flicked her long narrow tongue along the underside of my dickhead. I was in love.Wiping me off with a hot towel she said she wouldn't mind servicing me again if Alicia was ever out of town, or if I ever just felt horny and wanted my cock sucked. She also told me that she was a bisexual and liked to share. It happened again on. "It only hints at her radiance. She shone."She plonked down a tray with two mugs of coffee a jug of milk and a bowl of sugar."Biscuits?" she asked."No thanks," said Deborah.Richard shook his head."Right! Well, I'll be getting on with me work. Whistle if you want anything." She suddenly realised what she had said and blushing furiously fled from the room."What was that about?" asked Deborah softly."I'll tell you one day," answered Richard grinning from ear to ear. "Coffee now. So what brings you. Are these really yours?”“And a couple of my friends.” Herbert didn’t want to seem to nosy looking through them all but he couldn’t even imagine what she was like when she was young. “So....how shall we begin.” He heard the clacking of high heels hit the concrete floor but she was about to take them off when he asked her not to. They would be perfect and it made her features even more predominant.“If you hold one of these.” It was a fan with white feathers. It would contrast the black outfit she. The amused look she gave me as I looked up and caught her eye seemed tosuggest she knew exactly where my gaze had been. But if so, she made nocomment, simply pouring me a coffee and encouraging me to sample theplate of delicious looking pastries that had been left on a nearbycoffee table. They tasted as good as they looked, with a spicy, cinnamontang that quickly had me returning for more.As I waited in the office, munching away and idly admiring the paintingsthat decorated the windowless.