The room was silent except for Adam’s grunts of pleasure and the wet noises of him using my face. I was used to the taste now, and could even feel m...self sucking on the treat inside me. Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop and looked down at his handiwork. His heavy cock glistened with wetness and pre-cum. I could feel that my mouth was still in the shape of a lewd O, ready for someone else to take advantage of. There was nothing I could do except look up at him with teary eyes. I am laying here awake, and all I can think about is what it would be like to lick and suck on those giant tits of hers, or to lick and play with that pussy. These thoughts circulating round and round in my head get my nipples hardened and my pussy dripping wet. I have to take my god damn underwear off, it is so restricting and not at all arousing, I am laying here now completely naked and so turned on by my outrageous thoughts that I have to do something about it. I slowly crawl out of bed and. “I should go practice.” Panic rose in my chest. I had been going through a dry spell. This was the most I had talked to a woman who was not a relative or a coworker in what seemed like forever. “I could do with some music.” I gestured to the speaker blaring out “Pumped Up Kicks.” “Not this pop stuff. Real music.” She put her hand on the back of the chair across from me and gave me a look that said I had exactly thirty seconds to catch her interest. “Do you play?” I shook my head. “I have no. " ... private matters." At the mention of "line of work," Marcus Stanton cleared his throat, eyes dropping to the desk blotter as he fiddled with a pen."Yes, well. I have heard that, though little else about you, Mr. Church." His brow furrowed. "In fact, I have but one recommendation for you, and were it not for the source, I'd not be speaking to you."Mr. Church smiled, one corner of his mouth lifting slightly. "I assume that is why you called upon me. Have you prepared the consultation fee?".