God, he hasn’t forgotten a thing. ‘Nice and slow, baby, I want to make sure you’re OK.’ Oh fuck me, already, you bitch. I can feel myself drip...ing between my legs. ‘That’s a good girl.’ Good girl? Fuck. His tongue now, flat against the silky fabric. Gaaawwwwwwd, that’s good. Little laps of his tongue, like a puppy on Quaaludes. Like he remembers what he’s doing but as if we’re divorced or something. Like he doesn’t still own this. I want to stay quiet. I don’t want him to know he’s getting to. Rubbing his head against the roof of my mouth, twirling my tounge around the base. my hand is on his balls, rubbing and squeezing. i start to move up and down on him, rubbing his head with my tounge. Ian starts to groan, thrusting his hips into my mouth. not able to take anymore, Ian grabs me by my neck and stands me up.. turning me around and then pushing me down on my stomach on the conference table. he slaps my ass, and then enters from behind, pushing that hard head deep into my. Soon I turned and looked into her eyes.It was a very romantic moment. All of a sudden I experienced a quick kiss. I was stunned with eyes opened. Those 10 seconds were like thrilling. After a long time, I had tasted her lips. I wanted that to continue. We both were a bit shy, and for a few minutes, we both were looking at the sky.Soon I held her left hand, pulled her closure. I put my one arm on her back, the other on her neck and planted a kiss. I didn’t know where I got that courage. Maybe. I never wanted him to come out of me. Of course though, after about 20-25 minutes, I reached my limit. There's only so much pleasure a person can take. Some years after that, when someone tried to pin me down to get me to describe the feeling, the only thing I could think of that comes close is: try to imagine a time when you had to urgently go to the toilet to move your bowels, or, alternatively, when you were full with an big enema. You had to desperately hold it in, and were going crazy.