“Take both in that whore mouth of yours.”She opened her mouth wider, and managed to take my entire sack into her mouth, mewling as her tongue slur...ed and slipped around my balls. I nearly came right then and there – less from the physical sensation and more from the delirious sense of power as this married, wealthy human woman sucked on my balls. I pushed her head back and she made the most adorable little gasping noise as I forced her head away. Her mouth hung open and she looked nearly. Feel free to pet him; he’s quite friendly.”“He lives here at the hotel?” she asked.“Oui, he has the run of the house, and he adores attention,” he explained.Grace scratched Fa-Raon under his chin and was rewarded with instant purring, which sounded like a tiny motor.“He’s adorable!” Grace said. She continued petting him while he wound his tail around her legs and nudged his head against her calf.“He certainly likes you!” the bartender laughed.Grace smiled and looked at his name tag. “Julien,. So one day I had worn a grey top and was practicing after classes. Now I was perspiring so much from the practice that my grey top was wet and sticking to my chest and the outline of my bra was clearly visible. I could sense all the guys there staring at my chest but it was only after practice was over and I went to the washroom and realised that my top was wet. Honestly it was almost like I was not wearing the top and the mere thought of the guys staring at my chest was kind of a turn on.. Although it was ostensibly just bird watching, I knew it was potentially more. She was a widow. Was I ready to admit that I wanted more? There was a time when I felt that I needed to. But did I need more now? For the first time in my life I felt that I was actually at peace with myself. I was content where I was. And then Sophie was in my face. Did I really need this? On my way home I bought a pair of binoculars. That night I had a dream. I dreamt that it was sunny and warm and I was walking.