" I stood up and dropped my shorts. I had a small bottle of lube in my pocket that I retrieved as I pulled them off. I opened it and squirted it on my...hand. I grabbed his cock as we were face to face. I liberally applied it to him as I whispered that I wanted his cum where he has never put it before. Greg eyes lit up as I moved to the other side of the tree he was up against, rubbing the lube over my ass as I did. "Come on in Greg..." I said as I grabbed ahold of the tree with both hands,. "You didn't tell me where we are going." She said while he took a turn with his car. The car was a black Jaguar. When they traveled from L.A to San Francisco he was only driving a Jeep. When they were talking last night about his work, she'd come to know that he was filthy rich and that the Jeep was only for traveling while the Jaguar was his favorite toy. There was a Mercedes for work. 'And I thought Maggie Jackson's husband was rich' she'd thought."It's sort of a surprise," He said glancing. The dress ended a few inches above the knee showing my legs off to full advantage. My long dark mane was kept in its natural loose curls hanging down my back while my face sported dark eyes and a slick of dark lipstick. The overall effect was clear. I was advertising a fuck and anybody looking at me would know it. I headed to the bar to get a vodka to calm my nerves when I felt a hand on my ass. Turning around I saw Ash’s face, leering at me from his six foot frame. “Taking this woman scorned. That tongue of hers moved in the pattern of the English alphabet, starting with the letter A, and with me losing track at somewhere about B, or the beginning of it. Some kind of noise, like a loud thumping entered for a moment at the edge of my mind. I wanted to scream in the moment Sigil left her tongue up from my pussy. All I want is for her to continue, before my body can let me down from this emotional high. Sigil said something in response to the noise, but she was quickly back to work on.