He felt constant panic and couldn't concentrate at all on his job or anything else.Wednesday... golf day, thought Ken. The last thing I feel like doi...g is playing golf.As was the case every Wednesday afternoon, it was time for Ken to go to the golf club. On this day, instead, he sat in his office staring at the ceiling... and tried desperately to get his nerves under control. He didn't want to golf, yet, the thought of canceling also unnerved him because, in Ken's well-ordered life, he always. My imagination ran wild. I wondered what else she might be wearing underneath that dress with the little rose pattern on it. How can I wait until noon, I thought. I want her right now. A moment later, I realized she had been thinking the same thing. ‘Josh…let’s eat while you’re driving.’ she suggested, her lovely brown eyes betraying her more intimate desires. ‘Oh, I forgot to tell you. Granddad said we didn’t have to rush back.’ ‘WOW…How great is that!’ she said. ‘Hey, ‘she giggled, brushing. . the day's date and the time, 2:00 p. m. all written in Jay's scribbled hand. Below, almost indecipherable was a notation that read: B-Girl! i. e. Arnie P. Makes pick-ups at Premiere Room, Cocktail lounge... Betty looked at it as though it were a writhing snake. Did it mean that Jay had an afternoon date with a prostitute? She didn't want to believe that; after all, his work as a private investigator did put him into contact with all kinds of people, including prostitutes. She must be a source. I swallowed it all, as he pumped more and more into my mouth.Then he was finished. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, put his clothes back on, and left. I wished I could suck him more, get him to cum in my mouth again, swallow all he could give me.He left his booth, I heard some conversation in the hallway, than someone new came into the booth next door. I was careful not to look into the booth, careful not to see who was there. I held my mouth near the gloryhole, offering it to my neighbor,.