I wanted him to do something, and he sensed this as he moved towards me, diving his tongue into my pussy, flicking his tongue over my hard, silky clit... I moaned as he gave me so much pleasure from what he was doing. His tongue felt warm and soft inside me and I could feel myself become so silky and wet with every touch. With my hands, I clung onto the table and arched my back as he inserted one finger into me, whilst licking me. It was driving me mad! I played with my breasts as he continued. But I figured that was probably the way it went with a lot of things in this life.I tried to find something negative in it but couldn’t. I considered the possibility that the whole Suzie Bowen Experience might be bad in some way. I knew enough to realize that what we were doing was not run-of-the-mill teenage sex. Maybe not even run-of-the-mill mature adult sex, either. When it stopped—because it would at some point, everything does—would I be disappointed with the next partner? I was going to. .however she didn't let me out,With the bare body still pressed up against me,She wanted to make sure I wasn't the enemy,Out of nowhere,she licked my from the bottom of lip..going all the way down,Back up again as if she wanted me to be any more turned on,In the back of her mind,this is the only way,I'll seduce him so that i'll live another day,In the back of his mind,why me??I'll just go along with it until she's happy,Leaving kisses over my abs,Lightly bit down and i had to grab,Just grab. "Thank you, ma'am," I say."But what I want," Frieda goes on, "is to make your whole being as greedy and grateful as your penis. I want your mind to yearn for my touch. I want your thoughts and dreams begging for my glance." She looks thoughtful. There's great feeling in what she's saying. I'm sure she's said it before to other men, but there's nothing mechanical in it. For a few moments Frieda is silent, thinking still. I look into her face, her lovely face, and hope I have it in me to give her.