Giggling, I said, “You pounded my pussy pretty hard. Maybe if you kissed it better…”Chuckling, Kyle leaned over and kissed my mons. He flicked...his tongue against my clit, driving me wild. Unlike the first time he ate me after we fucked, Kyle didn’t go lower than my clit. It didn’t matter to me though, I loved the feeling of his tongue against my over-sensitive nub. It didn’t take long for me to reach an orgasm. Kyle held my hips as I squirmed on the kitchen table. I finally pushed him. Sometimes just the money?? ?Good answer. Any problems?? ?Problems?? ?Have you ever been arrested? Do you have a record?? ?No.? ?Anywhere. Not just Boston.? ?No.? ?Where do you get your clients?? ?An escort service.? ?Which one?? ?I?d rather not say.? ?I?m not really trying to pry. It?s just that there are people in this town we don?t want to poach from and toes we don?t want to step on.? ?There won?t be a problem. I haven?t been with them long.? He sated at me, seemingly weighing issues, then. "Well, let's go set up, before we lose the light."Samara nodded and padded back to the center of the floor of his loft. Mark strode over to get his easel and paints, setting them up before her. He turned to the page in his sketchbook, looking over the sketch then lifting his eyes to Samara. Without another word, Samara slowly shifted her pose, falling back into the moment as she returned to the stance she'd been in before. "You do that so well," Mark murmured contentedly."Theatre classes,". It felt so shameful; I had never imagined anything like that in my fantasy life before. But the sense of shame heightened my arousal and my orgasm was the strongest I had felt in a long, long time. Day Two Dave and Erica were at it again last night, but they went way beyond the groping and fondling stage. Knowing what was probably going on, I couldn’t help tiptoeing downstairs in my bathrobe, anxious for another look. This time my pussy was already dripping even before I looked around the.