"Mrs. Jensen, you have to keep it down." Dirk replied, worried someone might here."Uhhh...just....keep...fucking...me." she let out.Dirk surprisingly ...ulled out of her, Mrs. Jensen's head snapping back to look at him.Dirk grabbed the back of her left thigh and lifted her knee to the desk. He then did the same with the other leg so that she was once again kneeling on the desk, only this time with her ass pointed at him.Without missing a beat Mrs. Jensen pushed her knees as far apart as possible. Online chatting only goes so far. Until you have that physical connection, you really don’t know if there is anything there. Why don’t you stop by tonight. We can hang out and watch a movie. No expectations other than a friendly get together.” I even offered to give her my driver’s license as security which she could leave with a friend. After subtle persuasion, she agreed to come over. When she arrived at my house, she was even better looking than her pictures. She had short spiky black hair. Basher and the cabbie were silent, but their eyes never left Tess. She felt doubly ashamed, but mostly because her pussy had sprung to life.It had been so long, after all. And the tongue easing its way back and forth, teasing her, how could she not react? She loved being tongued. It was the one thing her ex-husband had been good at. Her resistance wilted as the tongue tickled her clit. It felt wonderful, and would have felt more so were it not for the two men standing watching her. They still. Keep them or free them or kill them, I don’t care. Just find me the Cradle, and I won’t interfere with you.”“And once I’m done, I won’t hear from you again? Me and my family part ways with you?”“I don’t care what you do after I have bred my wife.”“Promise me as a goddess,” I insisted. “Your word on it.”She rolled her eyes. “I promise.”My mouth went dry with fear as I demanded, “No, I want you to say it.”Her eyes hardened with something ... dangerous. Deadly. “I, Throwia, Goddess of Suffering,.