" Missy saw you go into the cottage with me. How will you explain that to your husband?"Elizabeth's eyes darted from me to the bar. "I went in the cot...age to get a towel. It's perfectly explainable."Missy had drained her glass, and was shaking the ice around."You were naked, Elizabeth. Missy found your swimsuit in the towel closet."Missy shook the ice around in her empty glass. Otherwise, the room was silent."What does she want?" Elizabeth asked in a low voice that I had to strain my ears to. I was leaning against him, hardly supporting my own weight and in a flash he scooped me up, carried me across the airy living room and deposited me on the island in the kitchen. ‘What’ll it be, then? Spaghetti? Soup? Something quick and easy so you can give me the grand tour of your parents’ pad, starting with the hot tub?’ I was supposed to be answering a question, but the fire-fighter style transportation had awakened a different kind of hunger. I weaved my fingers around James’ belt loops. I begin using my tongue to lap her puss from her vaginal entrance all the way up to her clitoris. After a short while my tongue played between the inner and outer labia, until moving on to tongue fucking her pussy. Sticking it in and out of her cunt. My mouth and lips were getting soaked in her juices and I could tell by her humming that she was in heaven. Then I concentrated on her exposed clitoris. I took it into my mouth and gently sucked, at the same time I flicked my tongue over and. After a short while he shot his juices up my fuck hole and withdrew."Here"He stuck a check into my hand and spanked me on the rear."Get changed"The train stopped. The business man got up and I followed him. I asked directions to the office complex where my client had asked to meet me."Oh. Go straight ahead and turn left. You can't miss it"I found it and got the lift up to the fourth floor. An old secretary looked me up and down. I went up to her desk and asked if Mr. Thomson would see me.