So after the innuendo and flirting to ease me into it like I've done, we had that conversation where she said she wanted me, and asked me to help her ...et off. The way she sold me on it was that it wouldn't mean anything and would be comfortable, she would wear a skirt and no panties for clothed unawkward access, laying with her legs hanging over the bed, and I could wear a strapon over my clothes. Then just came rocking together like whenever girls are dancing or giving a mock lap-dance.. ’ ‘What plan? Go on.’ ‘I am aware I’m being taught a lesson – that control of the newspaper will not pass to me until I demonstrate maturity and prove to the board I can run the operation competently.’ ‘But stupidly the board has made that difficult for me by sticking Harry in the boss editor’s chair. I figure I have two options – try to roll him with the possibility of failure or to systematically learn from him and then convince the board to move him sideways or better still make him deputy. She wore simple little white sneakers. We had agreed we would not dress fancy just jeans and casual shirts. She turned her outfit into a sex show. I felt very plain next to her. She walked up to me and stood on her tip toes stretching her face up to mine and using her hand to pull my head down to her. With our height difference I still had to dip my face down to hers for a kiss. I took her to Gilmore’s, a swanky restaurant and bar downtown. Things started off rocky when the valet turned out to. “Jesus!” Baz exclaimed when he saw all the dripping thick white jizz on my hand and fingers.“Look at this too,” I told him showing him the slim line of spunk running down my arm. “There’s another one on my leg too!,” I informed Jim and Baz.With that I lapped at my exposed hand, slurping up Vinny’s thick cream. Then I sucked my fingers clean too, one by one, savouring the taste and making sure the boys saw me cleaning up my rings.That felt so slutty. My rings, given to me by the man I loved,.