Underneath, however, I had more the look of a ‘St Trinian’s’ schoolgirl and this proved to be a serious error. My client was not impressed and t...ld me that his tastes did not ‘run to the burlesque’ and that he had ‘no intention of paying for the services of a caricature’. I was faced with the option of losing my fee altogether or accepting a reduced one and putting it down to experience. I chose the latter. It didn’t make much difference; I still found it hard to sit down in the taxi. I jacked and squeezed his cock as much as I could to coax out every drop I could get. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and swallowed what was left. Then I dropped down and started licking his balls and sucking first one and then the other one into my mouth. At the same time, I was rubbing his cock up and down to try to get him hard again. I just wasn’t sure where I would put it if it got hard again. I wanted it in my pussy, but knew that was going way over the line. Ah, who was I. Her left hand now settled high on my thigh, her thumb very close to my groin. ‘Are you alright, Veronica?’ I asked, softly. She didn’t reply, just breathed heavily. I reached for my glass and swallowed some of the fiery liquid. ‘Remember what I told you about Helen?’ Veronica suddenly said, raising her head and almost immediately letting it drop back into my lap before I could answer. ‘Course I do. If you mean her . . . um, advances.’ ‘Hmm,’ she said, nodding, her nose in close proximity to my. Bye, guys. Thanks for the dinner, Mrs. Westwood, it was truly wonderful. Youre more than welcome, my dear, drop by anytime you like! Youre always welcome in our household. Mum furnished one of her warm and sincere smiles. As they all walked to the doorway to put on their shoes, the rest of us followed behind. Jeff shook hands with both of Naomis parents, promising to keep playing piano for as long as he could. Naomi started to whisper in Jeffs ear, but I could only pick up one word: rematch. I.