And you do ride. The table starts to move. You build and just as you freeze I put my hands under your arse and push up into you.You groan and cum.My t...rn, but Oh, we’re not alone!There’s a guy in the room. He may have been there for some time as he has no trousers on and is stroking a large erection.“Sorry to interrupt,” he says and walks close to the table we are fucking on.You stop fucking me and look round.“What kept you?” you ask. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for weeks.”“And now you. That's it." Ally didn't agree, I could tell from her expression. Oh hell, another determined woman!"Listen to me, Jack. Let me tell you a little about myself. The men I have been out with tend to fall into two categories. The Lickspittles who dance to my Father's tune, or who want to earn brownie points with him. And the Golden boys, as I call them. Men who believe themselves handsome, who cannot pass a mirror without an admiring glance at themselves. Men who believe that it is their right to. She turned to find him standing there, a look of almost worry on his face."You want to get a Coke?" he asked."A Coke," she said, feeling the word seem to flow in her mouth like the liquid it represented. "Yes, that would be good."As thoughts move at the speed of light, sometimes it seems like time moves just as quickly. That first break seemed to flash by. When Linda returned to her lathe it seemed as though she'd been in a flickering dream. She knew they'd talked. She remembered saying things,. She can feel his fingers slipping into her brown curls, then a short gasp escapes her lips as her head snaps back and the air breezes across her exposed throat. No pain of course, he would never cause her unneeded pain, she realizes. The sensation of his lips touching the soft skin below her chin brings vibrations to her clit and a raggedness to her breathing. She’s on the edge, has been for what seems like hours, but has been only minutes.The agony of his slow, sensual kisses across her neck.