Katie, as a young and up and coming journalist was quicker at getting on to stories than the older and pedestrian Ford, who spent far too much time in...bars and not enough time out where the real news was to be found. It must also be said that she had a far more winning manner, with her quick mind and stunning good looks. She guessed he did not like being outclassed by her and might just find this situation rather amusing.It must have been two hours before any one came to see her. The visitor. She’d stumbled across the Oxford Street wine bar on her way to the restaurant and decided to give herself the opportunity to gather her thoughts over a martini. Except that she was now on her third. The second had just been for a little more confidence, and when her thoughts still hadn’t cleared, a third simply had to be ordered. After all, tonight was the night, the most important step in her new career. In just over half an hour she and Marilyn would be having dinner with the Sheik. A short. We got into bed and cuddled and kissed, I licked my cum off his face, it was very salty. Jason fell asleep in my arms.I woke next morning, Jason was still fast asleep beside me. My arse was still stinging from last night. The clock showed it was ten o’clock. I had my usual hard on when I woke. I felt between his legs, he was limp. I laid there for several minutes thinking about my first bum fuck and how great it had been. I couldn’t have wanted any other person to be the first than my mate. I held her face and kissed her eyes and lips. Then I disengaged myself and lay down beside her, wrapping myself around her. My heavy cock flopped on her hip.When she finished, I kissed her crinkled neck. I told her,We kissed like lovers kiss. Caressing, exploring.“Tomorrow,” I said. “She will leave and I will come up the stairs. I want you to be just like you were that first day I saw you. The door open and you naked, powdering your beautiful body. Tomorrow, I’ll do what I should have done.