" she blurted, "Please don't telephone." She took a deep breath. "If you promise faithfully that nobody else will know, then....then....I'll do it." "...f course," murmured Henderson, confident now that his prey was in the bag, "Don't forget, I've just as much reason as you have for keeping this private." With that, he rose briskly from his chair and headed for the office door, motioning Sarah to follow him. The staircase up to the third floor was quite steep and Henderson was careful to let her. Laying there, I imagined myself under his sheets, with his wife asleep next to him, I imagined kissing my way down his big hairy chest. I imagine feeling his heavy breathing as his lust builds and I get closer to his cock. I imagine kissing around it and seeing it jerk and spasm, wanting me to lick it, wanting me to take it in my mouth and suck it. I imagine it exploding and releasing its sticky white cum. I imagine the taste, the wonderful taste.I need to cum, more, I need cock. I had touched. I took off my wet clothes and we fell onto her bed, she grabbed for my cock and we resumed kissing. She tried to pull me straight into her, raw and unprotected, the tip of my cock dribbling pre-cum all over her clit. In a moment of sanity I pulled a condom out of my bag and slid it on and then in. Her pussy was sopping wet but she was so tight I could barely get it in. Thank god I used a condom, Otherwise I would have cum after 5 pumps. I slowed it down and worked my way into her gently, her. I sat and swung my self around backward, back on the cushions and feet in the air over the back. I hung my head back over the edged and looked up at Tyrone.I lifted my breasts up. "Don't neglect my tits," I said before simply opening my mouth as a final invitation.I have to say, that man knows how to handle sluts. The first thing he did was wrap his big hand around my neck, holding me in place. Not choking, just taking control of my body. He did much the same with his other hand on my left tit..