“Do you like this?” she asked. I must have grunted my response but it was irrelevant, she already knew the answer. Proceeding she told me“If y...u want more then you will do what I say and please me” again I nodded. “Kneel” she commanded. Pushing my head down, she swung her legs around, draping them around my shoulders while lying across the bed. I could smell her sweet pussy and see her swollen lips, the neatly trimmed hairs glistened with moisture, holding my head firmly, she brought my. I asked another question. ‘What do you do for a living?’ ‘I work in a bank.’ ‘But not, I take it, as a teller.’ She laughed, ‘No, I’m a CPA. I’m in charge of the auditing department for the commercial loans division, why?’ ‘No reason,’ I mumbled. I don’t know why I’d assumed that Amy was just as unsuccessful in her career, as in her personal life. Apparently I’d been wrong, I wondered what else I’d been mistaken about. We finished our drinks, and Amy got her card back from the bored waiter. We. .?" I smirked. He smirked back."For the most part."We skipped desert and tipsily hailed a cab back to his house. The house was in darkness, but as soon as we got into the front door we fell into the living room and onto the sofa where we started kissing and pulling off one anothers clothes. I was down to my bra, thong and stockings when Mr. Newark stopped to switch on a lamp."I need to see you, Beth." He panted, standing in his boxer shorts, his large erection clear through the fabric. "It's no. It has been amazing. Just thinking about it was making me wet. I texted back -ok. 1pm And I put a little smiley face at the end. I hit the send button. * * * About two hours later, I had showered, shaved my legs (and my pussy. I liked to keep it shaved bare. The boys love it!) and had made myself cum in the shower. I was now walking up the sidewalk to my best friends house. What had happened last time between Mr Hardy and I has been unexpected. This time I wanted to be ready for anything that.