She said, "Ninety-seven, but first you thought of seven but changed your mind because it would be too easy."Now I was truly startled and alarmed. Then...she too looked alarmed, and a little panicked, then started crying again."You can read my thoughts?" I said, numb and dumbfounded. She nodded.I immediately went through my other thoughts. I felt sorry for Lindsay, remembering how she had acted a little strange when she was on my team. I considered that I felt both exasperated with Mrs. Wong but. Maybe she’d toss and turn a bit replaying the scene in her head before settling down to sleep. Likely it would all be forgotten by the end of the next day.Except it wasn’t forgotten. Several times at work she remembered his brown eyes gazing into hers, and pictured the corners of his mouth rising up into that smile, the one that teased her into thinking something more was going on between them. She could dream, couldn’t she? Remembering the softness of his voice and the trace of a French accent. I lift my hips offering myself to him. He glides his tongue along my folds, tasting me. The slick wetness of my excitement is clear, making my core pulsate hard. I feel my hand desperately move down between my thighs and begin to tease myself. My mind still thinking of the man in the park, wishing desperately I knew his name. His tongue works wickedly on my clit, sucking hard as I’m writhing with burning caresses. My fingers are moving deftly over my clit, as they have a mind of their own.. I put my finger inside of his mouth, to lube it and then with no any warning, I shoved it deeply into his anus, as I looked at him in the eyes; with my other hand stroking his cock even harder.A long pleasure moan escaped Victor’s lips as he sense my fingers invading his ass. It caused him to arch his back and his head to fall backwards.I was enjoying the whole action like a bitch in heat, watching my hubby getting even more aroused around my fingers.My naughty digit was now getting in and out;.