Mr Seymour smiled as he came out from behind his desk and gave Linda a long hug and a kiss, with his hands quite blatantly running down her front over...her belly. Then he indicated a large red comfortable arm chair that had been drawn up directly in front of Mr Seymour's desk. He invited Linda to take a seat, and returned to his own chair behind his desk, but left Martin standing. He smiled at Linda, who was sitting with her knees tightly together despite memories of being fucked many times in. Her mouth watered.Jen removed his pants and underwear the rest of the way through sheer will. As soon as it had come off his feet she threw them aside and practically leapt back to his cock. She slid her right fingers over and down it and she placed her face alongside it, letting her nose catch and enjoy his rich scent. She positioned his cock a little higher and ran her nostrils along the head a ways, inhaling his manliness, and then over the tip where a small drop of precum caught the edge of. .. er ... Art."The 'flupping' sound of thick soup coming to the simmer got me to my feet. I turned it out and filled two bowls. I put one in front of her. "Sorry, it's very hot. Don't burn your tongue." Thank you, Master Art. I will be careful." Just 'Art', Tiarna."Her only response was to cast her eyes down at her plate and lift a spoonful, blowing on it to cool it before sipping. I think it was only the heat that stopped the soup from disappearing as fast as the bread roll; I was only. She squeezed and rubbed it a little too firmly so I advised her and watched as she explored my average hunk of meat, clearly captivated.When she bent over and kissed the head, then popped her mouth over it I had to warn her, “It feels great but I’m awfully horny and you might get a mouthful of cream.”Pulling her mouth free, “Really! That easily?” and went back to sucking. I gave her what she obviously wanted and she grinned as she swallowed. She stripped and laid on her back, spreading her legs.