She smiled, sensing a victory.'That's it. Accept it.' She held his cock out, blatantly showing it to me, and crooked a finger on her other hand. 'Come...here.'This was wrong. I told her what to do, and she did it. Not the other way around. But I found I was powerless, a need I couldn't relate to taking me over. I could not keep myself from responding. With some effort I began to shift my position, but with Trace refusing to relinquish his prize, it wasn't working well. Finally I pushed him away. She was moaning and groaning louder and louder, her hips trying to move from side to side as she rode my cock harder and harder. "You like this, don't you? You like fucking, you like the feel of a nice hard cock stuffing your pussy, don't you?" "Oh, god, yes! Yes! I love it! Fuck me, damn it! Fuck me hard!!!" I took my hands off of her breast, got a grip on her waist and started slamming her up and down on my prick. Her head was swinging around like her neck was almost broken, like she was a. The alarm clock had to ring to get me out of bed; I had set it for 6. A quick shower and better clothes today - I chose a new 300 dollar pant suit - the high price stuff was for official functions. A little makeup and my hair in a pony tail was it today.I smelled coffee and food as soon as I opened the door. I hit the coffee pot first then the food line; bacon, eggs, sausage and a waffle. The waffle mix must have been from Ambassador Bernardi’s stock unless the guys had added it to the list.. Then he understood. She had connected with his soul and he had rushed things. Her story proved that she was a deeper person than that. He needed to make her understand what was going on in his heart and to do that, he’d have to open himself up to this total stranger that so eloquently described his soul without knowing him. ‘I know what to do.’ * * * * * He sent the invitation with a bouquet of flowers. I’d like the pleasure of your company for dinner to apologize and to talk with you. Choose.