" he stammered." I need a manager. Someone to... Erm... Be in charge of things. Some to organise me... Someone to... Tell me what to do... " That last...part rang a little bell of recognition for me. I'd seen it countless times before. Some people get a little shy when they're asking for what they really want, but if you can read between the lines then you can save a great deal of time. Michael, it seemed, with his well paid job, his luxury car, and his long standing wife, had the need to be. " I shook my head. My heart hurt so much, and the pain carried up into my brain. "I..." I couldn't say it. I needed to, wanted to tell Courtney 'I love you', but the words just caught in my throat. She seemed to sense what I was trying to tell her, simultaneously hoping for the phrase and frightened by it. After what we had just done, those words might actually make her stay with me. But could I do that to her? Was it fair? In the end, only the actual words could make them truly real.My. Two fingers are in while two spread your glistening wet lips open. My thumb brushes the top of your aching clitoris. Finally you get my pants undone, dragging my throbbing dick out. In one diving rush, you engulf my full length in your wet, hot mouth. My head bounces off the back of my seat as your lips massage the base of my long black dick. Your pussy spurts cream all over my hand. The group outside leans closer, faces almost pressed against the windows. Ever oblivious, you face fuck your. Sam straddled me, still dressed as she was before. I could feel her high heels poking into my legs. She laid me down, bending over me to kiss me fully before starting on her work. She knew what she was doing, and I briefly wondered how many other 'positions' like this she had taken. That thought left my mind, however, once she started moving her hips. I moaned in pleasure as I felt the wet spot on her underwear start to soak the only clothing I had left. She was so ready, and I couldn't wait to.