We were both aware of the urgency to cum before we were interrupted.It was evident he was more than experienced; His hands had unclipped my bra and he...was fondling, squeezing, and tweaking my bare nipples as the fresh cool air had assisted in them hardening.It was enough to spur me on and I pushed my cunt back hard as he thrust into me. The feeling was amazing, and the urgency spurred me on to the height of arousal. I just hoped he lasted long enough for me to cum.We had not spoken. Words were. But I took his address down, and hung up. I thought of simply finishing what I started and just cum onto my tv (I could sometimes shoot 3 feet), but something told me to resist, to go over to this guy’s apartment ready for anything. I didn’t necessarily think he’d come onto me, but I did remember him looking at my bulge throughout my audition. Plus, this “workshop” was not something I was auditioning for, but seemed to be an offer that could’ve been made-up. A lot of scenarios went through. She knew Max would require some more sex from her, and the idea wasn't so disgusting right now. If she had to swallow a little more semen to get the pills, it would be a fair price. Just imagining drinking his cum was making her feel shivers of lust, but Linda worked hard to control herself.Kate convinced her to go in her school uniform, so she could still get to some of her classes if everything went quickly at the company. She wouldn't permit her daughter to don a bra, however... It would. Not likely."Yes sir." Mr. Bell was about fifty, with a fringe of gray at the temples and perfect posture. He dressed the part of a southern lawyer and carried himself with the dignity of a southern gentleman.We drove in silence to Mama's Diner. Seriously - Mama's. I remember David Brenner joking that you should never eat at a place named Mama's and never take a waiters suggestion after ten p.m. That joke was on my mind as we walked in and seated ourselves.The place was well worn. There were old.