”“I wanted to kiss you.”“Later. Let’s do this first.”“Why have we never met before?”“You weren’t ready.”“Oh. Oh, Jesus! George... I’m ready now.”“I can tell. Want to come in my panties?”“I think I already said you have the best ideas?”She deepened her voice a little, intentionally, and whispered in his ear: “Come for me?”There was no more hesitation. Ollie stiffened in front of her, a groan escaped from the back of his throat, and his cock pulsed helplessly in her hand, soaking her knickers. She. Granted - it didn't happen often, but it did happen. The bottom line was that Alisha found out that she could make money for doing what she was willing to do for free. I have to admit that sitting across the table from her I was both captivated by her looks and fascinated by her story and even though I had seen what a slut she was I wanted to get to know her better. On an impulse I asked her to have dinner with me some night and she said, "Why in the world would you want to do something like. I’m afraid I’m much more interested in monetary policy than I am in energy policy.’ She’d reached for her mug—giving him another lovely view of the curves of her hips, waist, and breasts beneath her jacket—but she stilled at his words. She blinked several times, as if trying to process what he’d said. ‘So why are you here?’ She straightened as she stared at him. ‘If you… hold on. Do you mean to say you don’t care about energy policy?’ Her voice rose at the end of her sentence to an unnaturally. He had fucked her three times that day, and she had taken delight in watching his sperm shoot safely on the thick hay. She had, the second time, took her finger and touched some that was on his dick, and tasted it. Her Mom had told her that it had a special taste, that many women enjoyed. Some so much that they had their partner shoot it in their mouths so they could taste it, AND swallow it. She had asked her mother, then if there was anything wrong about swallowing it. Her mom had replied.