I didn’t catch all of it, some ran over my face, but it tasted to good, and I imagined that I’d be able to taste her beneath the bitterness of the...beer.She took another sip for herself and then nurtured me some more until the can was empty. Her hands caressed my body, and I let it happen.“Alright!”, she said matter of factly. “Let me take care of you!”It sounded a little like she was about to conduct some business. I don’t know, really professional.“You trust me, right?”I nodded: “Yeah... I. She agreed and I was excited to arrive home. One aspect of the previous night that I loved was her fucking the older client Richard however I didn't see her fuck him, just suck his cock. Something about watching her pleasure an older man drove me crazy! Part of my plan was to involve him so when I arrived home, I made it a point to grab his number from her client book.Once I called him he was shocked and said he hoped I was OK with the night before. I assured him that I enjoyed it as much as. Or petulant. That's what my boyfriend called me. Just the sort of accusation that makes a person petulant.I woke alone in his bed. I thought he might be making breakfast, our Saturday morning ritual. The apartment, though, was too quiet. Then I remembered him telling me, the evening before, he had a few hours work to do at his office. After lunch, he'd promised, the weekend was for us. Perhaps the sound of the door closing behind him had woke me. The clock read a bit past twenty minutes after. Of being used not only to satisfy her sexual lust but also to get the importunate man off her back. But business first. ‘The gallery will never consider shipping the canvas until a deal has been concluded.’ ‘I understand their reservations so I shall fly over to view it.’ He was relieved and began mentally calculating the value of the commission he would receive once the deal went through, but first things first. ‘Can I put a date in my diary for your visit?’ She leant forward and squeezed his.