“He’s beautiful,” she whispered, kissing him again. “Tell me you don’t want me David…tell me that.” Slowly her lips engulfed him, slidi...g over the head of his cock.“Oh god,” was all he could groan as her tender mouth engulfed him. The heat of her mouth, the gentle way she drew him in . He felt his knees weaken.She released him, resting his cock against her cheek as she looked up at him. “Make love to me David,” she said, “take me to bed and make love to me, you can fuck me as hard as you. One of the longest stints was at a Scandinavian Bank I won,t mention the name of. My first hours from 7-9pm were spent helping answer phones accompanied by a blonde beauty named Helge with a hard to spell surname. Helge was a statuesque Viking lass about 5 feet 10 tall with big tits, shapely ass and legs that went on forever and eyes as blue as the ocean. She could easily have worked as a model glamour or made a fortune as a porn star. She made no secret that she was married to an english man,. ” I could still taste the last bit of cum flavor Sarah had shared with me. “That fantasy was always up there as one of my top little fantasies. I think we are about even. In fact, I think we should find someway for both of us to have a mutual fantasy, something that we both can have happen in the same sexual experience. Not that we have the exact same fantasy, but rather that the sexual experience fullfill a fantasy from both of us as we let it happen.”“That sounds like a fair plan,” she said.. ”They laughed and we turned towards the door. I stopped after the door closed behind us, “Something isn’t right Sam. The harbor master knew him.”She glanced from me to the door behind us, “Maybe it’s time for a city inspection of his books?”I snorted as I headed towards the private docks, “Which set?”Sam laughed as she fell in step, “We could ask those northern merchant captains to help find the right set.”I grinned and turned to stop at the old sailor sitting on a crate next to the gate into.