He puts down his duffel and proceeds to pop the champagne and he pours us each a glass. It is Dom Perrignon, the finest of them all. He mouths ‘To u...!’ as we drink and I echo it. I am unsure of what we will do next, but the hesitation lasts but a few seconds as he lifts me in his arms and kisses me deeply. I respond in kind because of the excitement, and my own desires, as he holds me up and pushes me to the wall where he continues hungrily tasting my lips. I can feel his erection through his. Nor can you blame Shalman for craving Ninve so much. They still should have treated you better, though,” Marcy explained for me while kneeling and sucking my cock.“Well, that’s why I moved on. No offense to these guys ... or Anton, of course,” I asserted.“And then I bought both agencies out from under them, and the rest is history. Whatever happened to your boss over there, by the way? The one who ran her own office and put you in as her deputy, a well-earned promotion after all that time?”. We exchange light-headed jokes about a few things that were said amongst the guys earlier as we weave our way through the dark alleys toward the posh neighbourhood of the first district. When we reach Stefan’s flat he can’t seem to unlock the door. Laughing, I take the key from him and, being in the same sorry state as he, have just as hard a time. But between us we manage it in the end and stagger up the dark staircase and along the corridor, where the sounds of voices and laughter resonate. As Sarah’s hand reached between her legs, a groan escaped her lips. Soon she was massaging her pussy. Her head tilted back as her finger began to lightly stroke her clit up and down. Time seemed to disappear as she worked herself towards orgasm. As her body shook, Sarah realized that she was moaning loudly. She caught herself, realized what she was doing, and started to cry. She hoped that Lucy had not heard her. "I can't keep doing this to Lucy anymore,” Sarah thought. “I love her too much..