Philip called Celia up and arranged to have her meet him at a nearby hotel in about an hour. He quickly closed out his business there in his office fo... the day and went to meet her. Philip bought Celia dinner and he enjoyed sitting there talking with his mistress, enjoying the sexiness of her nicely enlarged lactating dress in the bodice of her dress while they talked and he felt his cock hard in anticipation of the hot fucking he knew Celia would give him soon. Then, after dinner, they walked. “I love you. You know that, right?” He nodded. “You know I love you, too, don’t you, Li?” “Yeah,” she smiled. “I know. I always knew.” She reached for the lotion and dribbled a couple of big dollops onto his pulsing cock while she held him upright with the other hand. Then she started to work his shaft with both hands. It felt like she was stroking him in a hundred directions. He moaned and flexed his butt while she kept pumping him. “I wish I could do more, Run. A lot more. If you only. You must bring yourself to the edge but no further, do you understand me? I want to see those sheets soaked from your filthy needy cunt. Show me how much you appreciate what I do for you." She wasn't sure whether to be grateful or not that she now had to do this to herself, but soon she realized anything was better than that paddle against her tender clit. "Thank you sir," she said softly, gently caressing her delicate clit, comforting it after its recent abuse. It didn't take long before she. ’ Smiling, I followed her out to the waiting cab and we slid onto the leather of the Mercedes’s back seat where I gave the driver our destination in execrable French. He did a Gallic shrug and lurched off. Angela squeezed my hand. In meetings Angela is magnificent. She sells without selling, understands clients’ needs, cajoles, guides and tempts them. Immaculate. Her designs, which she carries on her laptop, are always stunning and she is imaginative but sensitive to trends while maintaining.