You should see it, Jake. It's all wet, layered in that slimy white stuff you love to lick off my clit. I'm all oily, baby, and it smells." God, STOP!"...Jake laughed. "I can't jerk off here in the office like you can, you know," he said. "Anyway, let me tell you why I called. I think you're going to love this. Or at least I hope you will."He went on to explain that he had a group of German businessmen in town for a huge financial deal, which, if they agreed to it could make us a very large six. Hell, he thought, cracking an egg into the mixer with a bit too much force, she hadn’t even seemed sorry about it. Just threw it in his face like he was supposed to accept it and move on. Three more eggs joined the first and with each one, Jason fumed. Two and a half years and she was just going to walk out on him? Desert him right when he needed her most? How the hell did she expect him to keep his shit together after she just skipped out? But what really pissed him off, was that she’d tried. Her breath shallow. Her voice uncertain. “We should stop. We should.” She moaned. “Stop.”Mike kept his attention on her orb, pulling away for a moment to speak.“Then why aren’t you stopping me?” He settled his lips around her nipple, gripping it firmly, and flicked his tongue. She moaned, damned by his retort. Why wasn’t she stopping him? He grabbed her other b**st with a broad grip and held it firm. Her nipple poked between his fingers and he pushed them together to pinch it between them.. "He didn't give her a choice. "Well, of course, Mr. Babcock."She hurried into a pair of sandals and slipped a long, sheer loose gown over her bikini. She slipped on her sunglasses, and followed him.They walked all over the huge sprawling estate. They walked until Loretta's feet were quite sore. She was only wearing a thin pair of leather sandals.He told her to call him Tex, and she said he could call her Loretta."Er, Tex, I can't walk anymore. I'm not used to this kind of exercise."She was.