It was far from over. She sank to her knees and lightly ran her soft wet tongue from the base to the head of my throbbing tool. She then looked up at ...e with her adorable little face and and smiled and said, "See, Its just like eating an ice cream cone, 'cept its a lot hotter!" I just nodded and grinned. She then put her soft succulent young lips around my penis and sucked down about half-way, before coming back up. she then sucked back down again, taking a little more the second time. She. They stood as one as we entered and made their way around the table to shake hands.This time I got titles to go along with names and faces.The woman was Eliza Hanratty, RFN’s in-house legal counsel. She appeared to be in her middle 40s but the dress she wore that day was made for someone a decade (or perhaps two decades) younger. It was form fitting and cut low in the front to display generous amounts of cleavage. It was also cut a little too high for someone her age.The first man to make his. Mr. Smith pressed his index finger against her asshole and felt resistance both physical and mental. “Relax, dear. Relax.” He pushed against both fronts of resistance, and both yielded. He began slowly fucking Miss Hart’s ass with his finger. She cried out—he could feel her confusion and ecstasy as her ass tightened and relaxed around his finger. He picked up his pace and her pleasure intensified. She reached between her legs and started to finger her clit. Mr. Smith made no effort to stop. No matter how many times it happened, I didn’t mess with her, even though I wanted to. She told me her name was Stephanie and she was heading over to the 7/11 to hang out with friends. “Any guy friends?” I asked. “Maybe.” “Lucky fuckers,” I said, which made her laugh. “You got time to have a burger?” I asked. “It’ll give me more time to eye-fuck that nice body of yours.” “Can I have fries, too?” “Anything you want, cutie pie. You gotta know how sexy you look. Guys like me just can’t.