"You're Jay, right? I got the right room?" Your smile creeps up a notch. "Or do you just hang out in hotel suites with lights aimed at a bed?" I try n...t to make a habit of it," I grin, closing the door. "Yes, I'm Jay. A pleasure to finally meet you... You look great," I blurt before I'm aware of it, but it's true: your t-shirt is a hunter green that sets off the highlights in your hair, and tight enough so that your breasts strain against the fabric. The jeans hug your curves marvelously.. Is that what you want?" You say. You slide a finger gently across my wetness. "You want this?" You ask, teasing me. You then dip your head, uncover my clit and lick a tiny bit. I let out a high pitched moan, struggling against the rope binding my hands. You lick back and forth again and say "Are you sure?" You ask. "Yes! Please just," I say, feeling desperate and wet. "Please what?" You ask. "Please give me more. I need you, baby." I say. And with that you go in, licking up and down my wet,. She went on toexplain the bare facts which were basically true."Mummy has to express her milk twice a day. She has just travelled along way by air and her breasts were hurting; I think the cabinpressure might affect it, but I don't know for sure. Anyway, before youcame in she had to express her milk and she had just finishedexpressing when you two arrived. Perhaps the cabin pressure hadaffected the lactation, I don't know." Twice a day," squeaked a surprised Mary, "You mean she is like a. Our affair had lasted for two years, with sexy sessions at the end of the day in the office (I was lucky to have an office at the end of a corridor, and completely private, although we did take the precaution of locking the door before engaging in some gorgeous fucking). She used to phone her husband to say she was working late, while I had her bent over my desk, her dress up around her waist, her knickers hurriedly disgarded on the floor, and my prick up her juicy snatch, her sexy bum.