She usually found that there were more images than there were words for, a whole collage of their affair, instances overlapping and separate encounter... sometimes blending into semi-fictional scenes—things that happened adumbrated by one or two grace notes that she’d, upon reflection, wished had happened… in the local library of their little town, where he’d lured her one afternoon more than a year ago now. Why wasn’t he at work, she wondered, when he called her on her cell phone? She was just. He knew he was the best draughtsman at the firm by a long way; yet others were paid more. He did not mind this however as he did not thrive on responsibility; and he knew they would not dare refuse him time off for a family funeral.“Alright I will take you; I know it’s a hell of a place to get to if you can’t drive”.“Oh thanks dear and I will do my utmost to make you happy; I will have a few drinks at the reception; then anything might happen”.Janice could never have imagined how perceptive. He wanted to play with their breasts and would find out if they would like to screw for a bigger tip. He would do that first and finish the night off drinking milk from some of the ladies in the “milk bar.” George watched all the dancers dance and walked over to the bartender to find out about getting a lap dance.George ordered a drink and asked the bartender about lap dances.“How do we go about getting a lap dance?”“After the show, the women have drinks with the customers. You can ask them. My brain was crippled with lust and I continued to pump my cock, my eyes glued to her gorgeous pussy.As I watched, she slowly pulled a glistening finger from inside of her and slipped it into her mouth. I swear to Jesus, God and all the Saints that I almost shot my load right there, watching her tongue play over her moistened finger.I squeezed a ribbon of the clear gel across my cock like I was slapping mustard on a brat at the ballpark. Jesus, it felt good, stroking my greasy cock for her.“Am.