I looked at her and noted as she sat at my husbands right hand side, perpendicular to him, her crossed leg was brushing his calf with her foot, she wa... caressing his leg with her foot in a nonchalant manner, and her father was relaxed with the physical contact they were making.'Have you seen that movie he asked her', she smiled broadly, sure when I was ten, you kept it in the top right-hand drawer', I turned to face the stove again, she was right, we used to watch it before going to bed and. People say you’re good, that you deliver and that you’ve done more than a few features like this. You did a spell in Iraq.’ I nodded. ‘That was just after Stein died. Did you hope to join her?’ I stood, picked up my recorder and put it in my bag and turned to leave. ‘That was how I felt when my Dad died.’ I turned around again. ‘Turn your recorder on again.’ I did so but remained standing. 'If you really want to know about me, stay for dinner. We can have it up in my flat.’ Her flat was. I moved and lay on my back on the bed and spread my legs a bit. She moved between my legs on the bed and her face was near my cock. She started licking my balls while her soft hands stroked my nine inch cock.She was not able to hold my cock in her palm as the thickness was more than her wrist. She licked my balls from all sides and her saliva was oozing out on them making them wet. She was stroking my cock slowly making me moan with pleasure. Aaah…..yessss……..bitch…..suck your master. I purposefully danced her toward the side of the floor she was trying to avoid. Her dancing was stiff; not the smooth, graceful, gliding moves she was capable of. She glared at me and moved so reluctantly I felt myself becoming angry once again.When I turned her toward the table I felt her stiffen. I then turned her back to the table and saw a small smirk on the face of the strange man. The music ended and Georgia didn't even offer to stay on the dance floor. She broke from me and walked back.