" Florence say's, stifling a yawn; and her chair scrapes backwards and her soft leather boots muffle her steps as she leaves, the wind whistling for a...moment as she opens the door to the outside world I came here to escape. I try to return to my book, but my mind is elsewhere, following the sound of The Angel as she moves between the stacks, then I realise I haven't heard her for a couple of minutes, she was in the travel section and now there is just silence, the sort of silence that is. She had lived a pretty wild life before her first marriage so there were plenty of stories to tell. During those stories her pussy would get extra wet and I could tell she got more excited than normal. Of course I was picturing her getting fucked by these other men as she described it and it drove me wild! Afterwards, I began asking her if she ever wanted to have another cock besides mine again, naturally she said no, but there was something in the way she said it that made me wonder. I guess. She looked lovely doing that. “And?” “And… My friend Holly - you probably saw her, slick black hair, violet eye shade and lipstick - she works as an escort on the side. You’re even prettier than her. You could make a killing.” “You’re not serious?” “Perfectly. You know, she’s even tried to rope me in a few times. She’s got a few clients who like to watch girls with each other, and they pay well. Wouldn’t it be exciting to have fun and get paid for it?” “If it was, why didn’t you do it?” Now,. Damn! It was a truncheon all right! His balls grew taut, taking up the slack in his scrotum. His chestheaved as his breathing grew snore labored. He kept increasing the paceof his stroking. Faster and faster, harder and harder. God, it feltgood. He was getting closer and closer. The little devils of desire led lurid and forbidden fantasies tohim as rapidly as he stroked his heated cock. They shoveled the fuelfor his tortured fire of i****tuous lust . . . faster and faster, harderand harder . ..