”“X, I want you in my bed tonight.”“Works for me.” I had pulled off the Interstate and saw one of the better fast food places. I pulled into...the parking lot and turned off the motor. We went inside, ordered our food, and ate. We pulled in at her complex and carried our cases into the apartment. Beth directed me into her room.She went into the living room to talk to Susan while I called Mark but had to leave a message. “Mark, I’m with Beth. I’ll talk to you tomorrow evening.”I was turning my. “I could use a cup too, counsellor. How do you take yours?”Ainsley had gotten a little rumpled and less pristine that she’d arrived. She straightened her clothes with a tug.”Black with sugar. The biggest one they have, please.”“Nick is not happy with you,” said Simon as soon as the man in charge had left them alone.“You noticed that. Did you?” Ainsley had seriously misjudged Nick Coyle - not as badly as the idiots she worked for, but, she’d assumed she understood him well enough to take her. And what excited her even more was that from the corner of her eyes she could see that his cock was starting to grow again. When the third finger entered her, stretching her anus almost painfully, she didn't mind because he was now rock hard and he had finished his cigarette. He put it out in the ashtray, got behind her an slowly started to penetrate her swollen pussy. She let out a sigh that soon turned into a long moan as his cock just kept going and going into her, squeezing its way for. I gently gestured to the bartender who was busy preparing a slew of mixed drinks. She nodded and mouthed, “One minute.” I smiled again, adjusted my bra strap, and nodded back. Five minutes later, I ordered a hurricane and opened a tab. The room buzzed with light laughter and chitchat. I watched a smoke plume travel toward the bandstand and land on the bass player’s long skillful fingers. I bobbed my head to the musicians’ soothing soulful jazz melodies, took a sip of my pineapple charged drink,.