After four years of high school, four years of college and a year at the hospital, I was still a virgin." She giggled, fortunately able to see the hum...r. "Then I met Dr. Anthony Riviera, a tall, dark, gorgeous, Italian-Catholic." She rolled her eyes. "My mom was thrilled. Don't get me wrong, Anthony, don't call me Tony, Riviera was everything a woman could want, including me." I frowned a little, "Don't call me Tony?" She shook her head. "He would always say, 'If my parents wanted me to be. I like a bit of authenticity. I gently coerced Heather across the room and made her kneel on the floor in front of the armchair. I sat back down and left Heather waiting for a moment. I still had her tie in my hand.“What shall I do with you?”Before she had chance to answer I pulled her toward me. She crawled toward the gap between my legs and I swiftly yanked her to the left. She wasn’t getting near that yet. I lifted her back to her knees and pointed to the right. She moved across my lap,. Instead, I break the kiss and take a look to drink in and appreciate your irritated skin that resembles glowing embers set ablaze by the most pleasurable of pain. Again, I gently blow on your pussy, momentarily providing an appeasing chill and relief only to have the pain redouble every time I cut the gentle stream of cool air.One last time, I contemplate my work, this most delicious torture I'm making you go through before, finally, I give in to your pleas and let my still fiery tongue flick. And kissing her again.We walked together back to Longshaw Lodge, holding hands once more, and had Earl Grey tea and Longshaw Tart ... don't ask me for the recipe which is a local secret, but it's rather like Bakewell tart to taste.We left in time to catch the bus back to Sheffield; called in at Rossington Road and collected Helen's case again, but this time we walked back, hand in hand. We did have a hot shower when we got in, though, and ate our supper in pyjamas.When we got to bed, I.